Just Ask

Just ask he said
and you may have it,
that what you desire can be yours.
Just ask.

Could I, should I, would I
defy a small convention?
Entertain a tiny transgression?
Overcome a miniscule shyness?
How can boldness hope
to serve the coy?

What's to be done?
How best to manage an
insistent imagination.
One driven by deviant manners?

What etiquette exists
that I could,
that I should,
that I would,
respond to gentle taunts
and unspoken double dares
with requests for more?

Could I prevail upon
a suggested acquiescence,
a generous indulgent love
to supply, to comply?

How to ask for more?
Please may I have another?
Another glimpse
of beautiful, sweet-hot intimacies
that somehow span a vast distance
and make it seem small?

Just ask he said
and you may have it,
that what you desire can be yours.
Just ask.

Can I, shall I, will I?

Just ask
she did,
in all but a whisper
and it was,
and the distance
was not at all.