Not Your Friend

A Little Story

I am not your fucking friend 
never pretended to be
not your home girl, not your roomy
not your average, no Joey, not me

I am not your fucking friend 
not concerned with your daily chatter 
not your confidante 
not your pal
discussion of the weather ?
sweetheart, I beg you don’t bother
mundanity over dinner
not in it for cheese on a platter  
neither chitchat, nor food are what matters
please, don’t bring to me these actors

I am not your fucking friend 
but the woman who waits in silk
not your buddy, no mate
just waiting 
intention
to stroke, to thrill

I am not your fucking friend 
please don’t make this mistake, you see
consumed by the urgency of pleasure
our nakedness, an accurate measure
platonic friendship?
bring me the treasure;
each wave, like dust, as it gathers
builds and rolls
in me

I am not your fucking friend
come to me now
be still
let my hands on your body
do the talking 
in silence, my lips 
show skill 

I am not your fucking friend
don’t make this mistake again
in daydreams and fantasies of mind
wrapped softly, satin sheets 
that bind  
unclothed – I am no naked friend 
your something else 
something more
patiently waiting
anticipation
as darkness descends 

I am not your fucking friend
darling please, let’s not pretend
always more 
another 
simply
purely
no friend by means of intent
my hips, my hands
lustful movements
synchronicity, sensuality
provoking
your lover, always lovers 
never spent
deep breaths
come here
come to me
keep silent
come home
baby, stop talking
I am not your fucking friend.

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