Wicked

I’ve been known  
To treat men like toys  
 
But you like it  
 
That’s why you can’t stay away  
 
Even when I told you no  
That I’ve met someone  
I’m off the market  
 
You kept texting me  
And calling  
I kept saying no  
 
I blocked you  
You called with  
Your new number  
 
And here we are  
Three months later  
Talking  
 
And such  
 
The other night  
You were here in a flash  
When out of the blue  
I said yes  
 
You’re still taken  
You just don’t know  
That I no longer am  
 
Today you say you’re finally ready  
For that…experience  
You can’t stop thinking about it  
Fantasizing about me  
You’re constantly distracted  
 
Suddenly she  
Looks like me  
Am I ready?  
 
Not quite, baby  
As you can see  
I’m recovering from surgery  
I want to be in top notch shape  
When I take you to Nirvana  
When you slip into a bliss  
You may not recover from  
 
I see your eyes glaze over  
Pleading  
As I stare into yours  
 
I break our gaze  
Glance at your swell  
Lick my lips  
As you take a ragged breath  
 
Baby, could you be so kind  
And help me brush my hair?  
 
Your trembling hands  
Caress my auburn locks  
Gently trailing your fingers  
Through the silk of my mane  
 
As if this Philly might break  
 
I lean into you  
The warmth emanating from your desire  
Palpable  
My hand rests on your thigh  
I slightly arch my back  
Close my eyes  
As you suck in your breath  
 
No, not today  
I’ll call you  
 
When it’s…time