Arus' Poetry

Oh my God!
Your hands — so strong,
won’t you grab me some more?

Lie to me:
say I’m yours, even if you’re not.
I just enjoy the play,
and anything to build up our plot.

I think I am in love,
is it wrong to want too much?

This thong I’ve got on —
slip it off.
Boy, we both need it gone.