if never

if the fullness
of nipples...

...imagined beneath
the tightly bound dress

could truly be the place
where chocolate waits,

veined in areolas,

designed for a lot of a softness
and a little pain...


if the statuesque
when bent,

will snap back

or evolve upon

to become one
for staggering moments of passion

if her buttons were knowing of other fingers...

if she would taste my dreams
they could substitute her diet

but
if what her last lover left in her
is whats left for me...

then I will have to love him too.
and that i will never do.