Reluctant Nympho

March prodded me to a beam

slim figure with lifted hemline
in my direction of line-for-line copy
to share a pair of stingers
unlocked with a sense of urgency
in no mood to be settling touch
I chirp, pulse, rage

terribly attractive, even censorious

in maniacs today
a few hours of tomorrow
permanent fashion taking dictation
and drawn to a close
purse out in the washroom
several touches I’d fully meant
not to chance another
body to bed my pulse to
pulling me to

too still caring