Blessing

Don't want reassurance, mostly just diversion. Any promise of asylum has me running.

We can make a bet: see who can sustain sexual distraction the longest; I always win.

Make another bet? Who can keep a straight face longest while being mischievously sinister.

Despite being bubbly, my cartoon face makes people uneasy, I'll probably win that too.

We could lay in bed, whispering anything profane, guileless, ominous, revealing;

Raising hairs and goosebumps on your body with innuendo while I run my soft fingertips over every chaste part of you...

Again and again, while plotting the final touches to pending desecration.