No matter the words I've wrangled To convince you
The lies I tell myself
The "truths" That hold us suspended In the architecture Of intention and reason
I am still shocked with electricity When your long fingers Accidentally (?) Brush against my bare skin
My heart pounds and races . When your eyes Innocently (?) Rest on my lips When I speak
My thighs quiver and twitch When my subconscious Gives me to you In dreams (?) Of pleasure...
My own flesh betrays And fights me
As I fight to deny you.