Intellectually she can see her worth Herself painted in beautiful pictures Being objective, she is a majestic being Except Her majesty is obscured by uncertainty The painting seems less vibrant And intellect can’t stop feelings. You feel me? Reconciling self is hard The world pities and destroys Not that she needs any help Or would …
Please A… Post dinner Post dessert Palate pleaser Plated perfectly Paired with wine Placed on the tongue Pierced by teeth Pleasant taste Pleasure? But who was most pleased?
What a facking preppy he was with his plaid button down, boat shoes, and those Nantucket reds. I saw the sunburn on the back of his neck from sitting on the deck of his gaddamn yacht for four hours, drinking beer and blowing smoke up his cronies’ rich asses. You could hear him talking stocks …
“Dinner is served.” The clink of silverware against porcelain should have grated her nerves. A porcine man to her left chewed with a vigor that rivaled that of the animal he resembled; nauseating in its sound and visual component. The woman directly across from her continued to drone on about her latest shopping venture in …
Well known is your predilection A need for a certain dish served warm Keen on the salty taste, lovely earthy aroma Fingertips divide so the tongue can scoop out Coating the palate, whetting more than an appetite
A dignified affair No tie, no suit Seated comfortably A sophisticated feast An arm slid around her waist just as she lifted the pan to turn the omelet. She let out an undignified squeal nearly dropping her food. He wrapped a steadying hand around hers. “Morning.” She turned her attention back to the dish. “Mmm, …
A single bite A choice spot Where would you sink your teeth? Along a delicate neck Around one blackberry colored nipple In the curve of a round bottom Along the line of one generous thigh Or between? In lips that start dark Funneling in to pink flesh that grips back This body meant for nibbling …
Sounds floated through the cracked door. The low murmur of voices, the scrape of chairs along the floor, silverware clattering against plates, and wine being poured seemed a distant buzz under the frantic beat of her heart. His moist breath fanned over the space where neck and shoulder met. Her naked skin pulled taut, goosebumps …
An interior of delicate lace Wrapped in a hard steel exterior The intricate workings of her being Hidden for a certain seeker
A rush of emotion like the blush of a sunset If I could spell out the angst that covers me like dark clouds I’d retell the story of my soul “Once upon a time, there was this pretty brown-skinned girl with a heart full of hope” Oh, the stories I’d narrate to help that one …