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I want to use you like a slip-n-slide in the unfenced, suburban-backyard of my mind;  
open, with the eyes of the world on me  
as I become a physics teacher  
to demonstrate friction  
and lubrication  
in minute detail,  
from the tips of your toes,  
to the ends of your hair.  
 
I want to be covered in fantasy  
(and other... things)  
slick with sweat, need, fulfillment,  
and I want to do calisthenics, stretches...  
push-ups along your naked ruthlessness,  
perhaps with less pushing up  
and more  
going down.
 
I want to tangle myself on a tire swing with you,  
my legs wrapped around your waist,  
a satin necktie draped around my shoulders,  
which I rub across your cheek  
while we laugh  
swing,  
grind against each other  
through our clothes  
like teenagers after a dance  
because  
by now  
you should have an association with:  
 
me.  
satin.  
your face.  
 
Your body is a jungle gym, love.  
And, I am yet to list  
the ways I want to climb around  
on you,  
with innocent laughter  
and debauchery in my eyes  
and  
 
awe  

trembling  
in my hands.
Written by Betty
Published | Edited 15th May 2012
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