I'm not sure what I have to do
To redirect your attention.
You tell me, "Have patience!"
While she's free to show affection.
I watch and watch, I've watched before
All the teasing and playing.
I attempt to tease or play on my own
But your attention's swaying.
I've written words of lust and love
But you don't really reciprocate.
So my feelings go unanswered
While theirs we both anticipate.
I've touched you briefly here and there
Attempting to get a rise.
Most times you move away so quick
It causes me surprise.
I've worn clothes that leave me bare
In every intimate spot.
You've asked me to wear these things;
They appear to make ME hot.
Whether or not you get hot
Is extremely hard to tell.
My frustration level is to the boiling point
So bad I want to yell!
I'm beginning to think thoughts
I should never even have to think.
Things like maybe YOU are the one
Who might need to take a drink.
Perhaps next time I'll just show up
Naked as a jaybird, on the front of me
Will be a message in bold red lipstick�
�TAKE me - I'm YOURS - please TOUCH me!
� Kathee Tschudy, April 13, 1999.
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