Sometimes I want to sink into your body with the fever that spikes inside me to be a woman who can open a man. Why must I be only softness and haunches, a satin cul-de-sac? You ought to know what sharpens me like a barbed arrow. Do you think we're so different? How you tease me, twiddle me, hustle me along, just when I'd like to splay you tooth and nail.