Looking down,
this is not how I pictured it,
my conquest of you.
I think I got stuck in the bible belt,
the not quite gritty spaces.
I think I wanted the angrier bits.
Maybe just a taste of your shinier, fleshier opulent skin.
This just feels too ordinary.
Show me something extraordinary won't you?
Your angry underbelly where the carnival freaks reside.
I want to roll in worn sheets with you.
I want you to leave me tousled and out of breathe, damp in my own juices.
Instead you deny me, remain clothed and impenetrable.
You welcomed me more when I was just passing through.
For now I am forced to remain polite, to leave you your reserve,
but I'l have you yet, naked and pulsating,
kicking out from under me.
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