Six years since I’ve been this stupid
No one to account to last time
Nine little lines where only I can see them
It’s not enough to satisfy
Wipe the tiny droplets away
Store red washcloth for tomorrow
Or maybe this is not enough
Maybe there’ll be some more tonight.
Ten and eleven, push down hard
Two thick and very angry lines
Both are enough to make me gasp
Much more addictive than last time.