more than a sexual (history) object

he likes me ‘cause he’s lonely
and I talk a lot
my thoughts traveling from mind to mouth
with little thought of what any of it means

I like a man that asks questions
shows, or at least pretends to show
an interest in me
as long as he doesn’t dig too deep

if I asked, he wouldn’t say no to fucking me
because I’ve piqued his curiosity with my bad girl ways
and now all he does is ask
how it feels to take my clothes off for money

I liked him better when we had something in common
spending hours discussing b-grade horror movies
paranoid conspiracy theories
and getting stoned

because my sexual history
doesn’t count as common ground
when he was never in it
and never will be

and I’ve now lost the desire
to tease him with my porn addiction
though I made the mistake once
of telling him I had one

© 2012