Silly Little Games

I don’t know what I expected,

You were playing games

From the very moment we met

But could I really complain

If you were playing with me?

We both know that

I’d rather be your plaything

Than nothing at all

Because being nothing to you

Is to be nothing to anyone

For I will settle for no less

Than your hand sliding up my thigh,

Your tongue in my mouth,

And your lips…everywhere else.

Anything less than that

Is just insult to injury,

So, play your little games

But do it while your fingers

Toy with the hem of my skirt as

Your eyes undress me

For the hundredth time and

Your lips curse all other eyes on me

As if you wouldn’t be looking too,

But I don’t see them.

I never see them.

I only ever see you, falling for me

While you play your silly little games.