Transaction
Once I’m done, you won’t know addiction from affliction
I’ve no need to rush
in receiving your gift.
But I’ll tug at your hem
until it rips in my grip.
That’s how you need it tonight.
Who am I to judge?
I’ve known all along
how you wanted this
transaction settled.
You’ll lie there, saucy, offering,
craving to be touched,
marked, undone by me.
You think you are yours to offer,
but dee…
