You were bad in bed,
I’m talking from the outside looking in.
You never could push against me
Quite right, never quite long enough
And it was never as rough as I,
Or any sane woman,
Would want.
We all want to bleed, you see,
Convulsing between ***** sheets.
Castles are for princesses and I’m not royalty.
Don’t ask me why, then,
It’s your clumsy, hasty touch
I crave
Here in the stupidest hour of the black,
My irritated fingers pressing
Into half-hearted folds.
I can taste you on my lapping tongue,
I wish you’d come here
And be bad in my bed.
Turns out,
I seem to miss your incompetence
Most of all.