You sit
And you twist
Looking delicious
Filling me to the brim
My lust runneth over.

Please,
Wipe that lock of hair
From your gorgeous eyes
Turn that smile
The smile I crave
Turn it away

If I can't succumb
Then no one can
If I can't be everything to you
Then they can all burn
I am use to you not wanting me
Though it hurts

You make me think
Of Italian paintings
Drifters with guitars
The 70's and it's time
And last winter
When you made me laugh

Taste me now.

04/22/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this for Dane a time ago and now just found it... Fate, I think not, though she has been crueler.

Posted on 04/23/2003
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