Tornado

«Lying on my bed, naked... 

and thinking about you» 

–you texted.

 

Then later, predictably, 

you regretted it,

naturally self-vexed.

 

More! You apologized, 

Oh, so manly,

for having caused «a tornado in my head».

How thoughtful of you,

how sensitive...

But presumptuous too.

Do you really think

that I am hanging by a thread?

Do you honestly believe

that I am doomed by weakness

or some stupid romantic fate?

Well, learn this, if you can

(it may not be too late):

No woman gets turned on

by the image of a naked man.

 

 

And this is no joke, 

like I said, 

though we are playing a game...

But your performance,

I must add,

is becoming pretty lame.

Cruelty

It pains me to hear

about your desire

as I am almost certain

that you will do nothing 

to put out the fire.

Terribly cruel they are -

The things you say to me.

Yes, I admit,

you could well say the same

of what I write for you.

I also provoke your lust

as if you were not tied down

by loyalty and trust.

 

Well, the suffering we inflict

upon each other -

this cruelty we live by today -

is becoming too hard to bare,

too strong to endure.

Especially considering that this malady,

this evil, long-lasting spell

is so easy to cure.

In my dreams

 

In my dreams

we do fuck.

After all -

What are dreams for?

Dreams are not for dreaming -

For that we have life.

They're for doing what we want.

And in my dreams

you want me

just as bad as I want you.

So, you take me

you wake me

you play me too.

You make me vibrate to the bone.

And I don't stay on

to watch the sunset

alone.