I recall how to smile
twisted, and sideways
with hidden intent.
I know how to do this,
and make you squirm.
I mean every thought dear,
and mean every touch.
The closer I move,
the further you step back
but the more every part of you aches.
Take a smaller step every time and eventually
I will have all of you
in my embrace.
Wicked smile,
wicked but well.
I want a taste.
Different? I think not.
Just
Me.
And you love it like that.
