He says he’s as normal
As I’ll get

And I wonder
As I’m stripping off my clothes
While I look at him
If normal
Is anything close
To what we’re doing

Him, with his worn smile
Me, searching for comfort
We, unmatched in all ways but this

Crawling towards him
His sultry eyes
Following my curves
And my intentions
As I slither
Between his legs

I take residence between his invitation to violate
All I’m hoping to leave behind

My rebellious spirit
Can’t surrender
To his normalcy ...