Let it rip

  

(2012)

 

When she tells me

To talk dirty

I’m too scared to,

My tongue

Too thick

In my mouth

In the rush of dirty thoughts

That charge out of my head

All at once,

Scared because

I don’t dare admit

That I think them

Every time I see her,

Talk to her,

Come too close,

Not just during

Those imaginary

Trips of fancy,

We engaged in

After dark,

A hot water heater

With thermostat

Turned on high,

Constantly rumbling

On the inside,

Too scared to admit

What is going on

Inside me,

Like a kettle

On the verge

Of boiling over,

And she telling me,

“Let it rip!”

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