Let us be insignificant others,
Paired far flung stars, mere part time lovers.
Neither Steve McQueen nor Ali McGraw;
Flesh self-obsessed, fucking each other raw.
The cream for your coffee you rarely take,
That inviting slice of chocolate cake,
To be taken in and devoured whole;
Tongue lost in homage to my divine hole.

Let us be insignificant others,
Entangled limbs trapped in clinging covers.
Just buy me a drink and take me home,
Prying digits my wantonness to roam.
Come tease me until my smooth skin does gleam,
Play with me endlessly until I scream,
Embrace me, adore me; the sluttish whore,
And please, when you're finished, do close the door.