It's a curse word
the way your eyes glint in the moonlight
It's a sin the way my mouth moves
begging to mimic the movements your lips make
Looking like lush petals
as tender as biting into a perfectly ripe peach
I am an animal in your presence
disguised as a young lady in a red sundress
trying to maintain my composure
but my cheeks are flush and you wink at me knowingly
I bite down on my bottom lip until I draw blood
pretending it belongs to you