Prickled Pear

I feel so giggly laying in bed right now. Secrets running over me and your smile so coy and hard earned. I'm scintillated and I cannot tell whether you are handling me with care or with annoyance at liking me. I stand close on purpose, leaning in unnecessarily because I want to be close, it's enough to be so near you. Pull out all the stops, you walk in and smile so earnestly at me and I think "gee." Can't you comeover? Couldn't you sit in my indoor tent and let me read your fortune, finger your palm and steal a kiss for luck? I don't want to love you, I just want to fuck and be fucked by you. Smile at me some more and let me laugh at your abrasive stubbornness. I'm abrasive too, maybe we'll wear each other down smooth.