Until the Next Time
I want your eyes to roll back
in your pretty little head.
I want to give you
the jelly legs.
I want the back of your knees
to sweat like a sophomore
who has to take a test
for which she hasn’t studied.
I want you to think about me
and blush in church.
I want to break your spirit;
tame you like a horse.
I want your face
to stream with tears.
I want you to think about the last time
all the time
that you are not imagining
the next time.
I want you to know how much
you’ve gotten into me
and that I can’t wait
until the next time
I can get into you
all the way –
break you open like a walnut
and eat you down
to the last crumb.
Horror Sleaze Trash 