Your wish is my command, or the other way around
What’s left? Owner of all shops in town.
Can’t give anything to someone who has all there is to have.
Far out of reach
far enough for you to crave the taste of these untouchable lips
to imagine the satisfaction of holding these never-still swaying hips
long enough for your impatience to grow
till affliction becomes addiction
discomfort from not being able to fulfill a dire need
something only one person can give you, and only if you kindly say please.