for the Cub thing
though I really, really wanted to,
not the way he did,
taking her under his
wing
like a dusty old dog lapping up fresh water.
I ache to be him,
to forget what I
suspect,
to take advantage of her in every way,
when I know or think I know
she's really taking
me.
I see the savvy look
behind her eyes
and hear the tone of experience
in her voice,
even when she sings
and I'm conflicted,
needing to surrender
to her siren's song,
desperate to pretend I'm the one
taking her for the ride,
when all I ache for
is
for her to ride me,
like she does him,
she, the innocent novice
he gets to teach about life
and maybe more.
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