I always want what I can’t have, like a beggar, staring
through the gate to some Beverly Hill mansion, the long legs, the luxurious
lashes, the lips to kiss, and miss, this desperation – too intense to satisfy
and so much to rely on what I wish could happen – if only in dreams, if maybe I
ask nicely, or persistently, if I crawl on hands and knees, maybe she will be
pleases, unlocking the gate to her mansion, for a moment, for a life time, just
this one time, me wanting what I can’t have, don’t deserve, yet ant’ resist, persistent
in begging, palms up, willing to give her what she desires for just a bit of access,
and I wonder, if I asked enough times, for long enough, and seem desperate
enough, she might give in, give me what I know I shouldn’t have, while I beg
until it hurts.
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