No Means No

I tell you “No means no”,

but you know that I’m lying,

you know that I’m trying to be wooed and pursued,

that “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” kind of vibe,

and it’s cold, girl,

outside your flat,

and inside it too,

so come check my body for tattoos (I don’t have any, but I won’t tell you that for at least an hour of looking),

let’s play doctors and dumb patients that just want to be felt up,

mess me up,

then bring me sugar puffs, and stroke my hair.

Make me say my Hail Marys,

breathless with you all across my body,

drunk on how sober I am,

devoted and not giving a damn,

sighing and screaming for the whole street to hear.