you don't like to say please, I said, 
               and gripped your hair. 
               you shook your head and smiled. 
              I couldn't see the colour of your eyes, 
             just the gleam reflected from 
            the downstairs light. 
             Say please, I said and once again 
              you shook your head and squeezed your thighs 
               over mine as poetry fell from My lips 
              and yours were compressed into a tight grin 
             determined not to let that word 
              into My mind. 
               And yet, for all that refusal to say please 
              your body language gave the lie 
             as you strained against My grip 
              to try and burrow neath My skin. 
               Say Please, I said 
              and though the word was never spoken 
             in love, her reply was more than token. 


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