Silence Speaks

She sat.
Morose.
Petulant.
Like a small child though a woman grown.
Gnawing on a pen waiting for her to speak.
To begin to explain the sick desires and their beginnings.
She is nothing like any other patient here.
Days she is docile.
Days she rages and is violent.
To herself.
To others.
Eyes.
Cold emerald gaze when she levels it.
A sense of being weighed, counted and set in proper place takes seconds.
Aquiline nose takes from utter beauty.
Lips ruby red lush silken ready to be kissed.
Thick ombre hair cascades over shoulders twisted between slim fingers.
Sat as she is one could take her for adolescent.
Once stood there is no denial that she is woman.
All woman.
Slender build.
Breasts perfectly rounded.
Pert.
Hips curved softly.
The perfect figure.
Hourglass.
Time ticks seconds off.
Loud in this silence.
Shift.
Her head turns.
Leveling cold gaze over mine to the clock over the door.
Subtle change.
As time for her draws near.
Time to return.
Back to ancient cell.
Shrinking.
Drawing within.
Hair tumbles covering face.
Her demeanor
so sure
so controlled
becomes less
sure
becomes less
defiant
I see the child emerge just as the door clicks.
How was she today Doc?
The same.
Quiet.
Pensive.
One day she will speak.
You never know Doc…..
that one there
she carries dark secrets…..
secrets that would eat your soul.
Glittering rage
simmering
palpable
taken wrong
she waits
she knows
one day soon
will come the shit show.
©Dec. 19/20
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Savage Seduction

Hunger
wanton desire
flares
flick of tongue
over lips
coy glance
hand skims
drawing eye
flare of breast
curve of waist
swell of hips
dark magic
hidden in the cleft.
Seductive night
candle light
sandalwood scents the air
come behind
pull me close
hand to throat
head back
soft breath
intake
moan
mouth
teeth
nape of neck
legs tremble
please.
Scooped up
lay me upon the bed
undress
feverish
needing to feel naked flesh.
No gentleness
no niceties
thick sheath
fills me tight
fills me full
liquid spills
screams
head thrown back
as you bite…..
marking me…..
taking me…..
owning me…..
sending me over
abyss of pleasure
eyes closed
subtle shiver
milking you with tight quivers
entwined
heightened breathing
begins to abate
satiation
tonight’s wild delight.
©June 29/20
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