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Hot cum drips from Her
As she stands, silently
Gazing down at the anonymous puddle
Of wilted, weakened flesh
At Her feet

Upon artificially
Seductive
Spikes
Nearing stilthood

She speaks sinister, poisonous words to him,
Positioning quite delicately
Her heels ‘twixt his dainty fingers
Prepared to strike, more than deadly

Infinitesimal shifts in weight
Are all it takes to pin
his hands beneath the hard balls
Of Her hard shod soles

Clad sparingly
In contrast to his
Full nudity

She is the one
To feel safe,
To be secure,

And it is from
This position
That She leads

In the naked quiet

The echo of his own fluids
Spattering against his smooth chest
Is the only sound
In his home

In the whole building

For all they know
In the whole world –
Perfect as a metronome

Used up, he has become
Invisible to Her
Empty, even pointless
So She squeezes the last of a
Thoughtless gift
Left inside Her

Prematurely

he starts upward
To sit

Displeased

The point of her toe
Shoots forward
To put him back
Where he belongs

Beneath her

he groans
In his fright
And moans
In delight,
Yearning dumbly for
Passion unmitigated, and
Evermore

First he fights
Playfully
Seizing her ankle in whole
Freely
And bites!

Ripping the skewer from
The impertinent grasp of
his teeth
Quite threateningly

She aims Her heel
Toward his eye
Toward his throat

Only after targeting each
Soft part of him
With the tool of
Penetration
Does she
Sheath the weapon
In its rightful place and
Impresses restraint upon
his will to race

Exalted with all of Her
Exerted upon his ultimately
Meaningless fate
It’s a perfect, and
Utterly pointless date

he wants what she does to him
She has only ever wanted something
he does not have
She is unsatisfied, yet satisfied
By just how much
he wants more, even now
Even as She

Leaves him

A mess,
Smiling a lie
A kiss of fuel
For the bonfire
Of the unyielding, undying
Restless fits of desire

Within the solitude of home
She finds Herself
Alone

Never lonely

Nor waiting on true love, She
Sets the romance, lights candles before
Wantonly devouring all that
She wishes
Unjudged, unencumbered, and unsung

Later, in the dark, among
Mechanical friends
With no one in sight
Just Her and Her spikes
Surrounded by mirrors and
Bathed in bright light
Ecstasy and exquisite joy
Neighbors hear through gritted teeth and
Cracked windows concealed by greenth

Vociferously

She wonders what
End could be better
To the second Fourteenth

 

 

 

Published 4 years ago

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