The rules have changed.
You were not what I was expecting,
no, not at all.
A suggestion, a flirt, an off-hand comment
and my body responds, Pavlovian in nature,
ready for your entrance that may never come.
The rules may have changed
but oh, the fear remains.
Broken by a desire, a lust, a longing,
to feel your words breathed next to my ear,
to lap at the texture of your skin.
My hands making marks on you
as you make your mark inside me.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017