Alone,  lonely, flirt, under the

the skirt….

That is how I live, bid, no saving

For a rainy day…

Quoting the Bible, tongue lining

the sheets, until we meet…

Rules pool, and so I remain

the fool…

Feel sorry for me, can’t you

see my feeble plea?

My dessert, you introvert….

Lost walls that will fall….

Night walks to find sunrises

again where love begins…

If I let my hair down, would

you come around, tress lightly

to lose control just once

in me?