More, For

You wanted more
what’d pass for a show?
That’s not what I was meant for.

Last long enough to score
with me, congrats: you’re status quo.
You wanted more?

Want an intimate rapport
not quite apropos?
That’s not what I was meant for.

Most girls my age ignore
guys yours, you must know.
You wanted more?

So, we done yet? Or
shall I alone act as though?
That’s not what I was meant for.

I’m like any other whore, —
when you come, that’s when I go.
You wanted more?
That’s not what I was meant for.


by alicia with assistance from maggie

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