Uncalculated

Uncalculated


Uncalculating as a small child
Weeping for chocolate,
You come to me.
For a chat, a hug,
A kiss on the cheek.
A hand on my breast,
Between my thighs.
I am… under whelmed
By the fragile tissue of your lies.
You want to possess me;
My heart is my own,
So you take what you can tempt
With an eager tongue.
Skilful fingers, plying for submission;
Defeat in a whooping call
And a creeping shame of cold sweat.
You cheated from me a loving response
To a calculated act of seduction.
A Casanova. A Nemesis.
A sexual act to prolong this relationship's stasis.
But now I feel compromised. Betrayed.
Leave me alone.
I cannot bear you to stay.