Those Earrings Aren’t Mine

Wanting what I can have 

Wanting your want 

I want to own what I flaunt 

Though 

If all I have is a kiss 

behind closed doors 

I’d take that 

Maybe I’d get back on all fours 

Maybe I’d beg for it 

To have it as mine 

Maybe give head for it 

I got it last time 

A pussy you can’t deny 

Lips glued shut 

Pilose canvas for your touch 

I find out in time 

You’ll worship me 

Show me love 

Those earrings aren’t mine 

One pair is

I suppose 

You have pairs everywhere 

(Mine are no different & that shows) 

On the TV, the walls, your mind 

I wonder if you have the memory of how

her voice sounded on FaceTime 

Ingrained in your brain 

I wonder if you conjure well

I wonder how much you 

reveal to me about myself