Feeling's not Mutual ( or is it?)

You lay
yourself down
in sweet abandon
thinking I would
relish this gesture
of surrender.

But I know
deep inside
you're thinking
of something else.

Not someone,
mind you.
Something!

I know your minds
preoccupation with words.
Words. Words. Words.

You are making
a poem out of this.

Gottcha!
Frigid woman.
Let's stop this.
Bye.