Little Wicked One

When you write and talk
Plain
People expect nothing behind your eyes
Yes, you have 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?