Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: You Want to Play

©You Want to Play

Mona Arizona

Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™

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Standing in-between the lines

waiting for you to color me,

never knowing when you'll

color outside the lines.

It would be just like you

to crawl outside of the box,

folding me in until the next time

you want to play.

So you sit in the midst of a

small clan living respectfully

until the time you spend with me,

then it's mutual respectability.

That's when things occur

that are more than alright,

passing the midnight hours at games

you want to play.

Consumed and discontent, all you want

is to see me on my hands and knees;

Miles apart, you're always

wanting what your eyes can't see.

It's only a facade of reality

until you are lying here with me

sharing detailed dreams of how

you want to play.

Reality and dreams begin to merge

in this contingent realm or desire;

never chasing shadows or looking

for thoughts lost along the way,

we're feeding the visions

dancing across the disentangled stage

as time goes by you share your favorite truth—

you want to play.