Hook, line, sinker

Under pen-name Eva Duval

Don’t look at me like that

With your lust laden gaze

You know I will fall- hook, line,

       You stinker

Without it anyway

 

Sickened

And aroused by you

Too much, too fast, too soon

Rewind so I can catch up

 

Father, brother, friend, lover

Which are you to me?

Kind and cruel

                  You’re too mean

Ignored

Then ravished with your smile

 

That hand, so bold!

Lingering on my neck

Shocked at your nerve

Pleased                                       

          Thanks for picking me

 

Alone. Together. Unbearable.

You say I look ill

I am- you and your wicked ways

                No air in here

 

Eye spy with my little eye

Something beginning with

S

Isn’t that what you’re thinking of?

 

Not here. Not now.

Switch off the cameras and lights

I want a murky bar and a heavy bass-line

Throbbing crowd to disappear in

So I don’t have to see you face

And just feel it.