if i had the poetry to tell you how soft i am in hot bubbles
i could drive you mad
the combination of my prepackaged scents would make you curse
like they used to
for that one boy
whom i have willfully discarded
if you did not have the imagination
i would show you
and christen your forehead
with fig and blood orange
if you cannot reach my tousled wet head,
if you cannot not kiss my freckled shoulders,
if you cannot not put your arms around
my soft, bathwater waist
i should not tell you
that you could
no one
likes a tease
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
if i had the poetry to tell you how soft i am in hot bubbles
i could drive you mad
the combination of my prepackaged scents would make you curse
like they used to
for that one boy
whom i have willfully discarded
if you did not have the imagination
i would show you
and christen your forehead
with fig and blood orange
if you cannot reach my tousled wet head,
if you cannot not kiss my freckled shoulders,
if you cannot not put your arms around
my soft, bathwater waist
i should not tell you
that you could
no one
likes a tease
i was born with an innate sense of how find what you like and taunt you with it.