I wish I hadn't shaved my legs for you.
You don't deserve this
smooth.
You don't deserve hairless curves
that occur across these stems.
And you paw at my privates
in pointless
pathetic
pursuit,
missing my more
seductive
spaces.
These things are for earning
and you are a broke banker.
Try to embrace the soft places
where sun can't caress,
and maybe I'll let you have a glance
at my rest.
