Tell me I’m a good girl,
tell me I’m sublime.
Tell me that I’m your girl,
I’ll give it up each time.
Let me refuse a ride back home,
to slut-walk the cold night air.
Just tell me I’m your precious one,
your only love, not her.
After grooving to your smooth moves,
move me with limp and languid lies.
Tell me no one here is being used,
tell me straight to my brimming eyes.
Say I’m not just your string along,
and you can’t stand to say goodbye.
Know I’m more than pearls on a thong,
cheap, yet easy on the eye.
See me as real when the sweet talk cools,
as silk rustles in the dim afterglow.
Hush me, quick, I can break all the rules,
and with one slip of my knife, let you go.
from another go round
who’s really got it alll
in phantom smoke
the sweet dew lips unfurl
like a sassy stubbed out butt
until long legs strut the slutwalk
a spring in their step
from a finger-tap chance at another to go