Won’t you grab me,
Mount me, take me, straddle me,
How much do you want?

Flip me, legs wrapped, locked
Kiss me, Bite me, stroke me,
Give me all you’ve got.

Will you scream out loud,
Tell me more, tell me how deep,
Can we take our time?

I’ll cry, beg, moan softly.
You’ll follow my pace—no rush.
That it, right there…stay.

Must you tease me so,
Squirming, and then smirking shy,
Is this to keep me?

A need—a moment to savour,
Stealing from you a new-old thing.
This is to heal me.

And will this suffice,
Am I now enough, for you,
Are we better now?