verily, my dear
i want to fuck you like an animal*
and
if i may;
if it is not too forthright or
bold,
if i am not overstepping a boundary
or four:
my bed looks good on you

my room frames your face like
the perfect haircut
which,
if i may;
if it would make you smile or
blush,
if i could say without sounding too keen
or heavy-handed:
you can boast as well

you could get lost there
in those sheets
and they could get lost
in that smell of yours

you could sleep heavy
on pillows still hot
from stories we passed across them,
tall tales of tiny lies and big fear

and i could watch on
writing poems too formal
in words too weak
to explain that
verily, my dear

i want to fuck you like an animal