Oh city lights-

I dance, play and take flight in your incandesce.

The little pills won’t suffice, wavy brown hair grooves

to the uptown beat of busy street walkers.

Oh midnight moleskins-

The entanglement of my aura is carved into your soft,

understanding pages. It is you who knows my

late night madness and deepest desires.

Oh red lipstick-

Sensual, slender, curves upon curves.

Magnetic steps click-clack against the lustful

black sky, come dance with me.

Oh showers-

Dripping steam off my stressed skin, this time knows

my body best. Weaving down my back, through

my feeble breasts. Relax me once more.

Oh white sheets-

You’ve mastered my insomnia, memorized the fits of giggles

and touch. Countless hours poured and created,

hold me close dearly beloved for I am alone tonight.

Oh lacy drawers-

I lavish when worn, bursts of confidence soar through my

neglected body. Let us forget the standard body image

and appreciate the appeal of woven sex.