she wants . . . she wants

She wants . . . she wants

to feel what it is
to be turned on and over
by my words.

Dedications
to her
and all
the fantasies
she hides,
then resides in,
when everything is quiet
and she's alone.

I still want
the aphrodisiac
and the Novocaine

of our secrets.

Our love/lust exchanges.