Clive Owen

I want to fuck Clive Owen

bent over a desk 

skirt torn

panties down

or

up down upon the floor

laid out,

pinned down

groaning in pleasure

but the odds of this happening

are infinitesimal

I mean, how would I ever get to meet Clive Owen?

And who's to say he'd want to fuck me?

not that I am not imminently fuckable

its just that..

I've a better chance of winning the lotto.

I've a better chance of getting you to love me. 

Baby Doll

I can't be your baby doll

waiting on the shelf

in suspended animation

collecting dust

my dress fraying at the edges

as the glue fades 

and my lashes fall down 

When you aren't looking

I'll climb down

risking my fragile limbs 

to jump off the shelf
my porcelain shell
will  shatter whole on the floor

then
like some mythical stuffed rabbit
I shall love myself

into the arms of life
find my legs
and walk out of your playroom for good.