Not sure how pleased i am with the performance of this one but i was in a bit of a rush.
And i loved her.
I loved her thighs, and her spite.
Her thighs as she sat on her plastic chair in maths class, her tights so tight, her skirt so short
Her spite as she smirked so full of contempt and the crass, delights that made her shriek and snort.
She was sublimey snide, endlessy arrogant. She held her nose up at the fools of the world,
Her condescending nature made me squirm with desire, and at night i'd lie and think of lips curled
and eyebrows creased in distaste and disgust, she'd look at me rarely, and always with scorn
she had the kind of superior mistrust of anything that was scraggly or broken or torn
And i was born a mess, she had no time for me. And i loved that too, there was no trite sentimentality
to her behaviour, she looked through me just as she looked through air.
She didn't need to act, i simply wasn't there. I was an empty space filling with sensual despair,
not sensuous for my skin was not bare and her sophisticated black hair
was tied in a bun, she did not let it run
on to those elvish ears or pert cheeks so fair
I was swamped with craving, i was drowned in desire
i came sodden and soaked from the marsh and she was a fire
So i daren't touch, i barely dared to sit close
But i needed the warmth and so with fluttering reproach
i'd gaze, into the flickering flames of her thighs
and the embers of her feet as they danced in the skies
Spilling my sighs, but artfully disguised
in shoes, that surely to lose, would cause me to die.
The thought of her feet encased in those tights
was so bitter sweet it filled me with fright
Did i have the bravado to even imagine perfection?
I was sitting at the gates of heaven as i gazed in the direction
of this mythical beauty.
She wasn't a "honey", nor a "sweety" not a "cutey"
She was a timeless goddess, spritely but stark
She'd have flirted with death, she'd have toyed with the dark
and i wanted nothing more than for her to own me
i didn't want sex, i wasn't worthy i was lonely
I wanted to crawl to her feet like a dog
not daring to speak.
I wanted her to be strong and me to be weak
I wanted to be treated as scum, to be utterly lacking in worth
i wanted to be locked in a cage from the day of my birth
forever the property of this goddess of night
The indefatigable slave of her thighs and her spite.
And i loved her.