When I tell you
I need understanding
like a drug,
it sounds degrading.
But
the way you can't
give me
what I want
is so hot.
*
is sexier?
my neediness
or
the way I pretend
not to lie to you
about it?
*
In my experience...
you start to say,
because the truth
is just not
the party dress
you're looking for—
the truth
is that wet muzzle
of authority
pressing so warmly
against you that it's
soothing.
