You never heard of me? That sounds absurd to me.

So forget Rodeo and Pratchett....there's another one: Shawty.
and yeah, I get around but who's there to judge me? Exactly.

i ignore
the subtle gazes at my thighs,
the slightly louder lustful sighs,
but the me-reflected in your eyes
gives you away.

I can tell that when you hold my hand as if we were both still twelve
you're hoping, well, that the day might swell to that first shift

and when it does, the unexpected trip
of that cloak and dagger kiss
throws me, and I inch my fingertips
along your body to that strip
of something and I close my hand and grip
and ripples rest upon your lips
in a smile.

your bright-eyes and trusting face
swamped in our hasty embrace stay open
not wanting to waste a single second
of this.

when it's over, we lie down in tangled sheets
and I listen to you softly breathing in your sleep.