How can he not want me?
I burn slowly, ferociously, utterly
It isn't fair.
The constant work, chronic tiredness,
swats the lust away whilst it sits
smugly crushing me.
How does he not see
My honey skin, my sweet eyes
the milk of my mouth
I yearn to blossom
to flower under him,
stroke his scented body...
Find the softness amongst
the rough terrain, and let him touch
the satin of me,
All of me.
I continue smouldering,
he sleeps unknowingly.
