Get Off

He calls me baby girl 

and I'm spreading myself too thin

an oyster that will never bear a pearl

but I can still fill him to the brim

I count every time 

he swears he's still dreaming

committing vice crimes

that I'm not redeeming

Fingers catch my tongue

we'll watch each other

but they start so young

there are so many others 

Reviews

[Melinda McQueen]

Good poem. Welcome to Writer's Café. I'm sure you will like it here.
Keep writing!