Close your eyes. Watch
as she beckons to you,
her arms outstretched to receive,
her vulnerability exposed. She invites
you to lie with her, lie on her, lie to her.
She doesn’t care. She knows your needs.

As though expecting you to dive in,
she lies, spread-eagle, a mess
of ruffled ridges and folds,
waiting for you to mess her up more,
for both of you to please yourselves,
fulfill your desires. You can’t think
straight enough anymore. Who

wants to stay up, who wants to read,
who could resist her wiles? Oscar
Wilde once wrote in one of his plays,
“I can resist everything but temptation.”

But you are not Oscar Wilde. Oscar Wilde
himself couldn’t draw you away for long.
Put down his plays, and play with your love.
Embrace her, for I shall do the same. I am tired;
I need to sleep, and she beckons to me, her voice
softening to a whispering moan. There’s nothing
else on my mind right now, but to meet her in the dark.

Good night.
Go to bed.