Resentment
Not a response you’d expect
Here I stand
I hum with arousal
I sing with regret
Picturing your fingers tracing
Gliding, tickling, tracing
Down the curve of my spine
“You’re mine”
A jolt of desire
A hiss of despair
As I let you touch
Wake and take
Those secret parts of me
I shiver with need
Then sharp anger too
And regret the power I give to you
