stretching, yawning, reaching for the inside
i take sniff;
take a gander;
remind myself that i like to be the naked
version of me

wonder whether or not my fingers
have managed to stray - during the night
check beneath my nails for remnants
of your silky black skin

see that they are indeed
clean -
sans skin -
sans me -
sans you
grabbing my crotch dreaming of the things
if inside me you'd whisper out loud

yes!
i'm your bitch
yes!
i'm your whore
at this point i'd be everything and anything
you'd ever need me to be

as you wrap your stained tie 'round my eyes
tie me, bind me, scratch and sniff
its my own silk laden pussy
that's on your menu tonight

flip me over - saddle me up
take me for all the bad deeds that i've ever done
whilst i yelp
at the tug of my hair
and you thrust your ambitions into my life

it is then that i remember the truth
behind the lies - behind the comodities
so far left of everything right
and to think
i forgot to ask you your name

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