complain again

scribble tiny, tawdry notes
to each other and dabble in
the dark arts of
laws and attraction
you'd daringly dodge my directness
the candor of my questions
catching you off guard,

intense you'd say as a shield
to fend off my menacing and seemingly tough
inquisition
if you only knew i thought to myself
we'd really be in trouble

but i assumed if you couldn't handle
you'd tell me it burned

instead we ended the evening in full smiles
and you went home to lick your wounds

if im too hot to handle
then hand me the keys to your room
and i'll bury my piece
deep into you and
be gone before you
complain again