I had you
pinned.
I had you
broken.
I had you
breathless.
I had you
begging for me.
And then I heard
seagulls.
I wondered if
someone else
overheard you
call out my name.
I wondered if
you got weak in the knees.
I wondered
a lot of things.
Mostly,
I wondered
about the seagulls.
I thought about
fucking you.
Decided that
the seagulls
could be a kinky thing.
Decided not
to ask you about it,
in case it was embarrassing.
So long as you
don’t expect me to
peck at the red spot;
we’ll be fine.
