distracted.

i look at my painted fingernails &
believe that they'd look best
making tiny welts against your back

i think that
this shade of lipstick would
compliment your clavicle better
than it ever would my mouth;

i might make better use of these thighs
if they were utilized as a cushion
against which you could thrust.

i don't know how it is,
but i believe i'd smell better covered in your sweat
than i do in tunisian myrrh

& i'd like to think you're as
unsettled as i am right now
open off the speculation
of what it would be to move inside me;

but if that isn't so,
i'll allow these meandering fingers
to do what i wish you would
at the behest of my racing mind.