Give me the chair, you can sit on my knee
My body obliges this demand without thinking
Other people have always been more comfortable to me
than furniture
I relish this position the way a child
or a dog or a cat does
But I know you
I should have remembered
You are sexually aroused by holding a woman on your lap
And I am a woman
Much as I would like to be a more innocent thing
Impulsively able to indulge in friendly affection
Such an option was removed an aeon ago
I wouldn't mind trading for grown-up love
but there are always
complications
recriminations
tears
Why do you tempt me with comfort-wrapped regrets?
Is it not possible...?
Am I a worthless friend?
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