I have one

But I’m not one

I’m not afraid

Of you

Of me

Of anyone

My needs inform my decisions!

Or is that a delusion…

Just a cruel illusion?

Back into my closet I go…

In more ways than one

I slowly pull the drawer open

And my fingers begin to divide

Lace from satin from cotton

Leaving the remainder

It’s for you that I am going to assume

This…position

I love you and you love me

So….

I am changing out of my costume!

Only you see the real me

Sliding on nets…so we can climb up to the sky!

(Or are they to catch our fall?)

So snug on my fucked thigh

Stopping at my overworked muscles edge

And as I twist and pinch my aching nipples

Desire overwhelms

My hand slides down

And I can feel my tiny, smooth pink pillows

Tap, tap

I tingle, I twitch

Relief is near

My mistakes are countless

I mentally line them up

Knowing you’ll knock each one down

With every ram into my body

I’m here for you to pull apart

And spread out

To make a mess of me

To fuck me…

To put me back together again

via Daily Prompt: Costume