me, restraint.

Restraining joy  Is no easy task

Being asked to

“settle down there, tiger”

When pure ecstasy is

Pumping through your veins

Pulsing in your temples

Making you

Turgid

With desire…

Not so much.

So my complaint has to do

With my restraint being

The task you asked of me

More insistent

Than my love, my

Hope

My desire.

Pull back, let up-

Slow down-

Really?

When Cupid

Has used me for

Target practice and he’s got

Fucking mad bow skills?

Breathe in.

I can reconsider the task, sure:

to be left simmering

Removed from the heat of your skin

Just before I reach my boiling point…

But, why?

This is…

More than you or

I or

Anyone

Has ever known.

Putting it off

Delaying it like

There’s all the time in the world

Slaps me in the face

Sells yourself short

And leaves us vulnerable to decay…

Maybe you are right

And I am just not seeing

All there is to gain in

Waiting on forever.