If I could, I would.
And if I would, I couldn't.
I want to feel you inside me,
even though I shouldn't.
I saw you standing in your blue dress on the table.
And I knew that if not now, I would never be able
to approach you.
To open you up like a bottle.
To ingest you.
To really let you throttle
my insides.
And then I knew that you would sex me right,
my sodium hypochlorite.