We make up our days of what we should
And should not do~
Words like: Please, darlin’ don’t…
And: You shouldn’t…
Or: What if I kissed ye…. There?
Walking tight ropes of cello string
That moan and ache beneath our imbalance
How I move against your hands
Like a willing corset cord
Tightening within your fingers.
Tonight I shall change our language
And hum to you~
Words like: Don’t stop…
Or: What if I dared let you….?