Private Places, Public Desires

If there are strings attached, I jump rope fast, like I can skip

any act of committing to things, but I'd like a trip.

Please pull the strings, and rip into a relationship, to make it begin like it'll

end: quick. I'll pack for a trip. I'm committed to a five-night stand

or six-. There are plenty of private places in a suitcase- -store.

That's what people pay for. But the people want way more. Every day, it's

the same score. I have a fetish for morning breath, and I'm more

than obsessed with the scent of your neck, no matter where you went.