Cliché

Black lace thighs,

School girl skirt,

Cranberry lips

and sunlight blonde hair.

Perched over a leather notebook,

legs sprawled carelessly,

sipping a coffee,

laced with cognac

and tentative innocence.

Make me yours,

open me like a book

your fingers have been yearning to consume,

and your eyes have been eager to caress.

Make a mess of me.