There is a blush on my cheeks,
the devil in my eye,
and an angel on my shoulder.
I am a red leaf on a white breeze.
I am the woman who can be counted on
not to do what you have told her.
Still, hold me.
Fuck me if you want.
I'll be waiting for the moment when I speak of my desire.
As a girl, I went to school
and church as I was bidden.
I learned a lot on empty pews in the dark long after choir.
hold me. Wrap me up and say I'm home.
I'll press my lips so silent-grateful to your ear.
On my tongue, a hidden bee;
queen of sweetness, queen of sting--
feel my fingers in your hair. Hear and shiver. Show no fear.
for Magaly's mini-challenge at Real Toads. Obviously, I wrote about bee #3.