When she’s whispering flirtatious
and sliding down her dress,
do you not have the urge
your deepest fantasies to confess?

When you reach underneath
the lace so mellow and thin,
do you not scream of lust
as you feel her arousing, hot skin?

When you concede to both
the honey and the stings,
do you not ask how can she
your poison and your remedy be?

When she becomes your *****
stop searching for your meds.
Do you not already get
you can’t resist redheads.

Angela Pavlova, 2018