don't call me wicked 
because
I express 
lusty thoughts 
of you 
which have been simmering
stirring, boiling since
last night

don't call me wicked
because candles, 
champagne, chocolate
baklava, banana splits and bubble bath 
wait for you at the end of 
the week

don't call me wicked
because 
of a zealous offer to massage 
the tired 
exhausted
weary 
parts of you 
again tonight

don't call me wicked 
because 
my lips cannot be 
in the same room
as you, 
without wanting...
always wanting.

ok.

call me wicked

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