Easy

She plays with my emotions,
like food before she eats them.

Concupiscent juggling craftiness,
she keeps me looking to see
if she has been or will be
like I have an eternity
to check up on her.

I don't care where she goes
or what she does
or when it turns
or if she thinks of me
while she's gone.

But once she's back
or here
or available
or near
or in contact
or I can glean
the smallest scent
of her presence,
I only want to know
if I can get her

tasting joisted pins
abreast a jangled zone
and beacon busted
bangled vanquish
handled horn
and spanking jostled
jumper thong
to smack a dangled
peck upon
and kiss a lip
uncovered.

I'm easy that way.

runningturtle87