Dearest, I know we share
a guilty love affair. One
that leaves me both ashamed
and satisfied. It's not the fact
that we've met, so much as how
we've been meeting. The parts of you
I love most are so rough-edged and seedy.
Why do you hide in such dark places, what I'd do in the light?
I promise, I can give as good as I can take
it. There's roughness required
when bodies collide naked.
When sweat pools and grips tighten
and lips soften the blow of love bites.
Oh, what's a girl to do?
It's so "unladylike" to want things the way I do.