Soliloquy 

Perplexed by the paralysis

of my tongue,

I want him pinned down,

tied,

and bound

I can’t wait to stroke it,

fondle his fear,

tap stilettos beside

his ear

Dear Darkness,

I want him. And

I’ll try not to break him

while he hovers

between

ecstasy and existence

And when I Iet him come

back to reality

he’ll see me lick the

remnants of a furious

harvest from my hand

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• Art by @Aliciarihko •

Let Her Drown

Blindfold her with

butterfly kisses.

Let her drown

in your mouth,

one atom at a time.

Breathe thunder

into her ears

Let her surf

the tip of your tongue

Watch her grin

worry-free and wide

as you sink

fingers into flesh

igniting volcanoes

inside her chest.

Need to Know 

1.

I need to know her.

Taste her. Be beside her

as long as she allows it,

as long as the fire fuels us


2.

In high definition

I’m dreaming of you

The moment I knew

I had to know you

Touch your lips

Kiss your face

Strip off your ego

And have a little taste

3.

Ecstasy, ecstasy.

Stay here next to me.

Inquisitive gaze lay heavy

on me, questioning me.

She sees the fire

blossoming inside me.

Burning my eyelids.

A brush of her thigh and

she leans closer to me.

to kiss my neck and pour

gasoline on me. I had to

know her, taste her. Feel

her softness, her sorrow

her freeing. Hear her silence

and her scream. Kiss her so

profoundly that electric pulses

move from my tongue to her

whole epicenter. I had know her

Devastate her body with

pleasure by touching her.

Office Heat (Part I)

He calls her in his office for the third time today. Arms crossed, ass slightly planted on the edge of his desk, he’s positioned in front of her intended seat.

Exasperated, she goes to him. She lingers in the doorway with one hand on the wall    “Yes, Mr. Montgomery?”

Her stubbornness torments him. He shifts position easing his ass off the desk to face her. “I wanted to discuss your proposal for the Beard Oil contract. Come on in and close the door”

She takes three steps into the office, pivots, and closes the door behind her. “Are you not pleased with the work I’ve done so far?”

“It’s not that I’m not pleased,” he walks around the desk to find his seat behind it, “I just think there’s more we can do here. We can make it better. What do you know of—”

Impatient and annoyed, she stops him. “Mr. Montgomery, I’m putting the final pieces of the project together right now. I must finish it before I can identify areas that need improvement.”

“Well, of course you need to finish it. I know that” he rubs his chin and looks off to the side. “I just wanted to give you some pointers. I’ve been following along in Google Docs as you write. If you think about this proposal in terms of exploiting a need, the investors will be more intrigued”

Mr. Montgomery was like a spice man who spoke of nothing but the spice market and exotic spices that no one knows of or cares to hear about in great detail. Strategic Marketing was the flavor that brought lightness to his eyes and confidence to his lean body. He runs a finger up his suspender and continues, “See, supply and demand is the holy grail. It’s—”

“Why don’t you just fuck me and get it over with?” She interrupts him harshly. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” She takes three more steps toward him slowly. Her middle and index fingers slide on the wall as she moves. Her eyes never leave him.

He looks at her– mouth open, swollen balls anchoring him to his position. She walks over to him and grabs him by the collar. Her fingers meet the gently shaved skin of his neck. He moves toward her without resistance.

She leads him to the black couch on the other side of his office, tilting her head down. He sits. She covers his lip with her index finger, pleasantly surprised by the softness that trembles beneath her bone.

“You have been getting under my skin lately. I see you want my attention. You’ve earned it. But know this, Patrick,” she bends over to meet his ear, “work comes first,” she whispers softly before walking out.

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The Art of Seduction (Part I)

She watched his jaw drop 

open with an eager stare 

Then she smiled at him

That grin, that grin 

laced with guilt and understanding

like he saw her steal something 

and she keept moving 

knowing he won’t say a thing 

That grin, that grin 

Captured by her gaze 

The accomplice to her sin 

With a simple grin 

Her wicked game of 

seduction begins