Leather Poem by Virginie Guillemette

I'm wondering why
I've got skin on my mind
fleshly fresh feelings
of the post-coital kind
terribly venomous
pounding through skin
warm wretched want
thickly swirling within

I cannot extract you
embedded in me
I cannot retract
you cannot retreat
wondering which part of you
I will let
let lay me down
to help let me forget
which part of you do you want me to see?
which piece of glass will you use to see me?

some simple men like to
simply feel free
you've laid me bare
with your apology