Lydia

A Sharpie hanging in the air Taunting me from your fingertips Just the knowledge that it’s there Is enough to put me on edge You laugh as I slip it from your hand Knowing I just let you lure me in Our little game of love and hate But now we’re at a stand still Because we both know Avoiding attraction is like Avoiding the plague But you take the risk anyway By lunging for the pen That as a fighter you know I will never give up You try again And again And again Until your arms are fastened around me For the sake of the pen