I
Want you
To strip me (of my clothes)
Of my freedom,
Of everything that I believed in.

I
Want you
To caress me
And
To sing sweet lullabies, for
When our troublesome
Dreams frighten us, I
Want you to
Be there
For me.




I
Want you
To be the
Fair-skinned creature, who's
Eyes glisten like
Sparkling wine and who's
Warm embrace lingered
Without a slight touch
Of my breast.


I
Want you
To undress me, and
Tell


Me




To




Get


On



My knees.




I
Want you
To strip
Me of my
Innocence and
Dangle it across
A canyon
With a thousand
Other hearts
That you
Have yet
To destroy.

I wasn't
Pleased by
My fertility.
It didn't
Suit my stained
Clothes
Or
My
Clover cigarrettes.

I wasn't pleased
By your
Sense of entitlement.
You didn't
Suit
My
Mind.