Help Yourself

I was just laying there.
How did I become inviting?
Obviously, something
told you to try me.

It only leaves me wondering
what a man thinks;
how the process works;
or was it the drinks?


Well, I'll go into her room
in her house.
I'll crawl into her bed quietly;
I won't be loud.

Later, I'll ask if she minds.
I'll say it's more comfortable
as I recline.
Sure, it's no trouble.

Next, his hand moves up her thigh.
Of course, no kiss
or words exchanged,
but oh, she does miss

being touched; being felt.
He found her weakness.
She'll just melt.

Only words spoken
inquire of protection.
Silence not broken;
no spiritual connection.

I let you go, I guess,
because I wanted to see how
far you would stretch,
and could I allow?

Twice you freed yourself
inside me.
How does yor mind work?
Enlighten me!

December 6, 1997