Tonight I am closed down
Waiting
shaking from too much truth
too much open
too many secrets peeled open
and old death threats
choking me
each time
I started to drift off to sleep
I'm still here
I did not die on the spot
the shadows did not come for me in the night
I'm still here but stopped
like stuck, like sticky
stamen,
crushed flower petals
crumpled dollar bills
unused condoms in shiny
wrappers
I am craving a particular touch
now
a sparking to you
I am needing fingers that aren't my own
and fingers that are my own
all at once
in the dark in the light in the rain that fell
today while the sun was shining
that warm wet surprise
I want to be
oh I want to be
open
yielding
wanton thighs are itching to comply
but there is a frozen stone
in the center of me
like a cherry pit
chewed on and spit out
hard and sour
I want more rain
spit
the scent of you rising
and me
I want freedom for my fingers to find
all the ways in and out and in and out
of me
of you
I want the liquid promise
I want to taste the hunger
avarice
in the air
in my cunt
in yours
I want to tell you a story
with less dark twisty turns
with more thrust in hungry
hips
movement
wet lips against
sharp razored edges
the sound of women moaning
behind the velvet curtain
the sound of me moaning
behind my hand
that smells like me
before the rain
that smells like me
on a good day when shame
has been tucked beneath
the bible on the bottom shelf
I want to give us
a place to play
carnal carnival rides
lace curtains
damp panties, boxers,
the sound of zippers
the sound of belt buckles
and sighs
the sound of wet rising and
spraying out
I want to come right now
but I can't
there is no room in this tiny place
to make that happen
I had to be sneaky
sly
to touch me at all today
and I did
I did
because I keep my promise
so my fingers are damp on the keyboard
my face is damp with stale tears
my cunt is sore and aching
I am still here
wet girl
no come.
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