The truth
She said
Told me
Myself
That I would speak said truth
Is it a dead truth
An in my head truth
Headphones on my head
In a lead booth
Where nothing will ever get through
So she’s the only one there saying
I get you
Wrong time and place
But I’m wondering
Will I ever get to
Touch you
Feel flesh to flesh
Panties are see through
Mesh
“Ease my mind.
Please me.
I’m waiting
For you to approach me from behind.”
I’m hoping to hear
Also wondering
Do you mind
If l speak of other women in here
This private moment we share
This skinny one with the right shape
Or the pretty one
With black brown hair
Or the one who’s on my arm
While the pants I wear
The truth she said
But is this the truth I hear
For you I care
Give me a day
At you I’d stare
With affection
“Oh dear
You don’t need pretty words
To know what I wear”
But they’ll get me there
So I’ll tell you the truth about your lips
Show your hips attention
Beneath your slip
So sheer
Thinking that you remind me of
The dark skinned one
With unspoken interest
Even though the stories don’t intersect
I say it for you to know
Although I want to get inside her body
The thing I want to unveil is her intellect
As my hands caress yours
Before my lips reach your chest
With yours you intercept
Said truth
Was spoken by a dead youth
Passed on to a grown man
Just some things I wanted you to know and
And so an
I meant on
Turned
Distracted
By your slow turns
The way you’re holding me is so warm
No arms
Breathing deeply
With no harm
As I finish this honest conversation
I’m so calm
Dead truth
I’m glad that you get me