I’m dry like a candlewick
And you suck hot wax leaving
Trails in your throat
Find some matches
And might me up
I’m still dry
Can’t find a switch to turn me on
I’m choking at the bottom of my libido
Curse the first creature who realized
That the stick slides into the hole
Pole dancing all day long
Under the mandate of survival instinct
Hungry eyes and restless lips
Choking thighs and senseless hips
Midnight scares me Not the ghost or ghouls
But the sound of flesh
As it drips and drools
The monster’s waiting
In lace and perfume
Oh, cut me loose from this
Nightmare noose
The goosebumps crawl up my spine
How can something so lovely contort my mind?
Go blame it on my chastity, prudence
But really, it’s futile
I’m the one with no place to hide
God give me the power to say no