Just In Case

Your pale skin shins in summer's lonely heat. Wrap barbed wire around my neck and drag me through a garden of lust. Force feed me pleasantries and make me chug boiling infatuation. I resist your flirtation, pushing it away like insects hungry for blood. I'm still standing and waiting for you to slip over your false emotions. The sight of white pigmentation sliding across cracked ground will be a saving grace. I will not be pulled around by you. I will not be your little sex toy. I WILL NOT BE YOUR "JUST IN CASE"!