Tamed Poem by Lynne RBC

When you begged for tonight
did you know
we might never see the morning light
the way it used to be?
When you tried to cross the borders
out of everybody’s earshot
did you feel the same intensity
of shiver that I strained to repress,
suspecting and unsuspecting,
one after the other,
that you yearned for me –
ME –
not the friend,
maybe the lover,
but definitely the woman?
Did you even foresee,
when you bared yourself naked to me
now
tomorrow
and the day after that
I might reciprocate?