and for my next act?
what would you like me to be today?
perhaps I need to stay up late
and recite some poetry for you?
move you with my words
or would you rather I put on some beats
in the background
and moan a little?
do I turn you on?
here’s my camera, if I sit just right I can almost appear sexy…
perhaps I should slide this red dress off slowly and bend over in my heels
undulating hips and parted lips
croon a little song as desire slips
down. my. thighs
oh for you, only you, of course
do you want me now?
let me put on some makeup and
dress like a doll, hair styled, lips smiling
pull me off the shelf when you need me
I’ll sit pretty and open my mouth
whenever/however you want me to
anything you like
should I lay down early in the evening
so you can play with me in your own time?
I’m always ready for you
I set everything aside for you
I am nothing without you
what else can I say?
you’re the most amazing person I ever met
you turn me on
you’re all the best parts of me
you’re my inspiration…
lies, lies, lies…
my tongue is bloody and raw
my eyes long since dried
patched skin and tight lips
I forgot what the sky looked like
(I would never treat you the way you treat me
always quiet and respectful, naturally)
(please can I have my pen and paper back?)
I’m not her
take off the her-glasses
please for the love of everything pure
can’t I just for once stop performing and
tara caribou | ©2020