I've Become

He takes
the words from my mouth
with a swift shove of his hand between my thighs.
My voice tapers into a whimper
as I let him divide me
into his own vision of art,
a masterpiece he makes
by taking me apart,
piece by piece...
And he continues,
undone until I am no longer me,
but something to savor in sweet moments I've made dull,
the appeal of my body wasted
by being the only thing every truly shown.
I am entertainment,
and unashamed.
No speaking,
just the sound of our pleasure reverberating
through empty chests,
animal panting and dirty sheets.
I am what I've made myself to be,
and I am a fantasy.
I am a porn star in your own mind,
make you want more
only with the way I walk.
I can make you obsess,
greedy eyes and clenching hands from across the street.
I can fill your love-starved empty places
with mindless lust you can't control.
I could trick you into commitment
if I really wanted to,
possession having new meaning;
you'll want to keep me in a box,
a toy to take out when you want to play.
Lipstick stains,
you crave across your chest.
I can drive you mad.
Frantic thoughts you find in a glance.
If you want it,
just take it
because I sure won't stop you.