ask yourself what drives you –
lust or passion? neither?
self fulfillment or self righteousness.
none of the above are incorrect answers.
let him into the lockbox that hides behind your eyes
that you swallowed the key to years ago.
play wicked games with desire on your tongue
and greed on your fingertips.
your mind is a piece of art and your body
is the museum that houses it;
your lips lavish sculptures not of those before him,
but of who you’ve molded yourself to be.
and when the siren’s cry drags him out to sea, remember…
there is a lighthouse in your core that beats
and beckons you back home where you belong.