I always want it, even when I know I shouldn’t, even when I know I’m not enough for her, the old standby she comes back to after being covered with other lovers’ lust, wanting her all the more for it, knowing I’m not the only one who wants her, and how she likes to remind me of how she can get any one she wants, a warning for me to behave, a tease, a wink she gives me in public when I react to how much she teases someone else. I m strung along by the promise she will always return if I behave, even if she carries some other’s man seed into the bed she shares with me. I want her more because of it, knowing how well others have known here, and how greater the price she comes when I think so many others enjoy her as much as I do.
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