Touch

I don’t see the harm

of a little rendezvous in the sheets,

a little flirting with my man

because every time he touch me

I melt a little inside.

I hate it when he’s not around

and he knows it

and he know how to drive me crazy

when it comes to touching me in places

that I’ve never been touched before.

I don’t see anything wrong

with how the world comes down at night.