Little Wicked One

When you write and talk plain
People expect nothing behind your eyes  
Yes, you had a legal mind  
Obvious now  
Because you lack flourish  
Yes, you tell it how it is  
But believe-you-me
Your soul feeds on the same romance
Despair  
Sweet soul-searing pain  
Breathless love  
As the next  
When you write about sex just as it is  
Just as you see it  
Just as you may want to be spoken to  
In the heat of the moment  
You are deemed the Little Wicked One  
Oh yeah, and cute  
Never forget cute  
Not quite how I see myself  
But then again  
I don't look at myself with my own eyes  
Now do I?