He leans me in with casual mention of
checks to see if any buttons have opened through
the sheer force of wealth.
Truth: power turns me coy,
turtle neck logic I make him wait
because men like this only climb
the tallest towers.
Dragon teeth hook braids, raised
wit flashes- he sees surely
less than he has shown
bicep endurance tap promises to crack the fairy
right from her tail
Remind me why we bother when you know
I am already there
finger tied into the softness of
your belly I breathe