hike up my dress with your hands
and claim what’s so rightfully yours
sealed and delivered by way of contract
black ink on paper marking my commitment
to be faithful
Now it’s your turn to keep your side of the bargain
the pleasure I outlined in plain English in section five
and defined under “terms”
see if part of me is intelligence
the other part is fire
let me show you my love is worth laboring over
it’s not every day we discover sparks
on the skin of another
tonight all I want to be is
the oxygen to your flame.
A.P. Bastian 