you catch my eye
i motion, you come
in catwalk strides
so i thought i’d try
said “come to mine”
and then we arrive
on the floor we lie:
you feel my touch and nothing more.
both used like cheap and addict whores
as we are, to the senses we adore
leaving us lifeless, senseless, sore.
— been around for a while, this one, but took a while to finish properly. still not perfect, but then nothing is.