How much of me do you want
how much of me can you consume,

Shall I bare my throat
and let you take the last of me,

Would you like a struggle
or would you prefer a compliant sigh,

Perhaps a groan, would go further to prove your point
an arch of my back to that game you play?

Bare I lie hiding
waiting for the time,

when you will come
and I will be left cold.

Taken by a whisper
that was forever promised,

but never came…