Becoming The 'It' Poem by RIC BASTASA

i don't really mind
becoming your 'it'

play with me like
i am it.do what you like
with what it is.

rub it.hold it tightly.
rub it consistently.
make it hot and strong.
play with me like i am it.
it is your desire that
matters most. it is the it
playing with it.
rub it fast.take your time.
lick it. taste it. feel it.
close your eyes and
make love with it.
it is it. just as it is.
you like it. you prefer
my being an it. it has
no name. it has only
taste. it is it. just it.
and after you have
done what you want
with it. after you are
through. leave it.
it is an it. it is not
you. it is just an it.
it cries. it misses you.
it however cannot
love you. for how can
an it love a you?

it stays with me.
and it is silent now.
it is resting and i
am giving it time.

it is inside me.
and it will always be with me.
you may come again and have it.
i don't really mind.
it has no mind.but it is still mine.
and takes my commands.