Silly Little Games
I only ever see you, falling for me
I don’t know what I expected,
You were playing games
From the very moment we met
But could I really complain
If you were playing with me?
We both know that
I’d rather be your plaything
Than nothing at all
Because being nothing to you
Is to be nothing to anyone
For I will settle for no less
Than your hand sliding up my thigh,
Your tongue in my mouth,
And your lips…everywhere else.
Anything less than that
Is just insult to injury,
So, play your little games
But do it while your fingers
Toy with the hem of my skirt as
Your eyes undress me
For the hundredth time and
Your lips curse all other eyes on me
As if you wouldn’t be looking too,
But I don’t see them.
I never see them.
I only ever see you, falling for me
While you play your silly little games.
About the Creator
Ava Myers
I write because my pens give me no other choice.
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