I Am Not Vanilla
Black slip, cream slip, pink
lacy slip; no one wears a goddamn
slip anymore. Put me in a ruby red
corset and lace me up like pleather
knee high boots. Measure my thighs
in degrees of sexiness and run a tongue
under my ear lobe to make me shiver.
I’ll kiss you down there if you kiss me.
No one and everyone is shocked anymore;
I want to shock.
I want to remind men of Ghirardelli
chocolate: I can be their Midnight Reverie,
Twilight Delight, or Evening Dream.
I want men to slip down my Rocky Road
and kiss between my breasts. I want to bite
necks and leave purple bruises with red dots.
I want shameless lust.
Let other women pull silk slips over bodies and feel satisfied.
I won’t ever be.
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Kayla Haas is currently enrolled in the creative writing program at Stephen F. Austin State University. Her work has appeared in The Stone Circle, Humid Issue 4, Circa Review, Humid Issue 5, and is forthcoming in Blue Lyra Review and The Story Shack.
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