Fuckable

Hair combed to the side,
the way I know you like it.
Tie is straight and pants are pressed.
When I leave this house
I dress to impress [YOU]
My skin is kept smooth
for the rare occasion it is explored.
Your fingertips are strangers to me,
Reacquaint me,
I want to know them more.

You turn away from touch
the way an animal escapes from becoming prey.
I long for your clutch around my sex
buts it is forever saved for another day.
Words are not what scorn me
but rather when you look the other way.
Perhaps if I am more fuckable
It'll be enough to make you stay.

Touch me in the midnight hour,
before I close my eyes.
Touch me to remind me that I'm desired
before my pride leads me to my own demise.

My body aches with lonesome need
Simply wanting to be made complete.
I'm only half a man you see,
without your allusive puzzle piece.

Treat me to your fingers  
or the lips I want to touch.
Your kiss here,no longer lingers
and it proves to be too much.

Perhaps if I am more fuckable
the loneliness will subside.
Perhaps if I am more fuckable
you will remind me that you're mine.