LITTLE VISITOR
"I want to do you from behind," she said.
"Please don't do me from behind," I said.
"Oh, it's gonna happen," she told me, "When you least expect it, look behind you, and I'll be doing it. I'll be doing you."
"But� why?" I replied, "And how? And when?"
"When you least expect it," she described, "How should I know when that is?"
"So how will you know?"
"Oh," she grinned, "I'll know."
So now, I'm waiting, worrying, anticipating, agonizing this future turn of events.
I sit in my apartment alone, unable to answer my phone, my door, my email or my friends as they call out from my window.
I don't know when she'll be coming back, to make good on her promise.
I do not want to be compromised so. It is better this way.
I don't even know how she's gonna do it, and for the life of me, I don't want to.
No forks shall be stuck in me.
I don't want to be done � from behind or even the front.
That would be no fun.
The only way to stay free is to keep all threats away from me.
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