State Of Being

Starved.

I'm a lil glutton, it’s true.

Wishing you can drip on my tongue for hours.

Selfish.

Definitely that too.

Can't I lock you up in my lil basement downstairs? Or is that frowned upon?

Needy.

Without a doubt

You hear my whimpers; that little girl loves to cry.

Giving.

I'm ready always

You deserve to be hungered for, to be spoiled.

Lascivious.

Don’t act like you don’t know.

A sore throat and sore knees are a few of my favorite things.

Vulnerable,

Just one look and I’ll submit.

Without words, my maestro.

Did you not know?

You define my state of being.

I am whatever you are.

Whatever you ask.

Whatever you say.

And as toxic as it may seem,

I will never change,

I’ll be forever yours in every way.

In every state.

-Mes. G