Come the King

Stand at mirror
left
right
front
back
all looks right
all looks tight
first date jitters
never thought
me
of all people
at this prospect.
Feelings
drawn
quartered
felt
before
eyes laid upon
know your voice
imprinted in my mind
commands to follow
breathless
waiting
wanting
smooth hair
hips
hands no where to go.
Doorbell rings
heart stutters
rapid beating
pulse
flaring
skin jumping
goose pebbled
one last glace
one last look
everything
nearly perfect
sultry smile
hooded eyes
pull door open
lean against
legs suddenly shaking
nipples erect
you
slide your hands into my hair
pull me close
our bodies fitting
pieces melded
your lips on mine
this……
this…..
whimper
collared
your babygirl
forever more.
 
Oct. 24/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #118-Untitled Dark Poem

Silly
questions
designed to illicit
not truth
half truths
what do you like
what do you hate
what do you do?
Gooey eyes
tilted head
lips twisted in grin
eyes 
never look away
become one
only
all I see 
desire
only one
for me.
Some girls
sew
knit
crotchet
paint
not this one
my tastes
run dark
deep
involving pain
justice
not for you
never for you.
Do you like them?
Different type
different style
all weighted to my hand
should I toss
even casually
still deadly
oh I am sorry
did I make you pee?
You should have done your homework
you should have heeded those signs
when you asked me 
what my hobbies were 
and I replied:
 
Death.
Dismemberment.
Revenge for the voiceless.
Pain.
Wave after wave.
Endless.
Now be a love
sit on the bench
while I close the chains.
 
 
©Oct. 14/20
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