©Matinee Love Sessions
Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
All Rights Reserved
People tell me it's you who makes me wanna do
all those things I shouldn't, but when you're thirteen
hundred miles away, we need our time to play—
when protestors can never intervene.
Don't say it's useless; it's not wanton wishes...
don't tell me there's too little freedom these days.
It's you who brings night, turns up the Fahrenheit
turning love sessions into matinees.
You can be my Queller, my hypnotic speller;
you can cast your magic charms over me.
Can't we go down that path knowing the aftermath;
won't you let me see your tumidity?
You're no reprobate...you did not perpetrate...
and I have not been vitiated.
I want to hold you; do what lovers do...
I wanna love you 'til we're both sated.