Set my glass one the counter


It was time to stop talking

Time for you to be a man.

One moment I am talking

The next I am against you

Breathing hard

Telling you

To take my clothes off.


You begin to undress me


But that isn’t what I want

So I rip your shirt open

And stand there

In front of you,

My blue eyes


Your soul.


“You will take me like a man

Or not at all.”