Undressed

My brain is sexy,
But I’m frigid as the North Pole.
I think about same sex sex and vanilla,
Manacles, threesomes, and leather.

I also think about
Moonlit slow dancing,
Both vertically and horizontally.
I think about fucking and loving,
But I won’t actually do,
Even if I do love you.

It’s never enough to just touch
Skin to skin.
It’s not enough even to
Melt into each other.
Probably nothing short of a Vulcan mind-meld
Will touch me as deep as I need.
Neither length nor girth matters,
When the sweet spot is my mind.

So do you have a strategy,
Or have you given up yet?
You think I’m too much work
For your busy busy life,
When you can have
Any young thing on your lap.

Or do you love me
Enough to think, make time,
Make the effort of your life
To reach me?
Will you pass on barely legal meat
Continuously thrown at your feet
To feel me fly, fall, and break?
Will you reach and hold on firmly
Even if I push you away
To put me back together again?

And even after all that,
Will you make time and effort
To do it all over again?
It might be easier, it might be harder.
We haven’t even started.
Right now it’s all in the mind.

Will you make it happen?