Saturday, September 10, 2011

jealous c

i wanted to be his guitar
the way he lifted her up in worship
rubbed her curved bottom
against his abs
as he stroked

couldn't he run his fingers
back and forth
across my front?
tease my hollowness?
make me sing?

i wanted him to be excited
to deliberately maneuver me
transfer his creative energy
to my instrumental torso

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