::03:20:08::

::: All Night Long :::

[This poem is
a bit physical;
unless you have
kissed me before
or you have
desired to
this poem is not
for you]

I shouldn’t tell you
about my petite frame
and my tight toned flesh
I won’t tell you--
not even if you
make a wish

I Am Not Your Dish

why should I tell you
about my well-shaped calves
and my jasmine scented thighs
my weak, yielding womanly sighs
my itty bitty Bette Davis white lies
my insane top secret fetish for ties
my wide, deep, dark, mysterious eyes
that tell a thousand stories
without me saying
a single word

why should I tell you
about my feminine fear
or my ability to hear
each unspoken thought

and by the way--
you really shouldn’t know
about my bust that didn’t grow
into the pornographic size of double D
I shouldn’t tell you the truth about them--
that they are classy, perky, modest
and yes I can go bra-free
because I’m blessed
to be barely a B
naturally

thinly strapped
backless dresses
are DDG
on my body
but that
doesn’t mean
you get to see

should you take a seat
and listen to me
describe my perfect 8

Feet

that fit into heels, so well
that walk for miles
and don’t swell
that have climbed trees
and tread through hell
and have so many
adventures to tell

you can just forget
about it
because I won’t
let you know
about my
crazy hair
or my silly
polk-a-dot
underwear
because--

You Will Never Go There

s*x makes me feel like
I might split and tear
it makes my body ache
and my heart break
and I’d cry for weeks

I’m not going to tell you
about my pomegranate cheeks
or my quivering ruby lips
my heart shaped mouth
and my seductive
strawberry tongue

it’s really none
of your business
whether or not
I’d wear a thong

I won’t give in
not even if you
coaxed me
all night long

[all that you
get--
is this song].

Written by: ~ Rachel Eagle Reiter