Sexy

She’s a dangerous form of sexy

With some undertones of  lust.

She wants a freaky kind of sex

That requires ironclad trust.

Demands a sense of freedom

You couldn’t possibly disobey.

She really really likes the game

When she’s not the only one to play.

She’s a loving sense of reality

In a form of innocent tryst.

Wanders to the side of desire

You can’t add to any list.

You’ll tell a love story

To a very select few

But when people ask her

She won’t remember you.