erotic fiction … among other things
Who is she?
She smokes cigars but still smells
like the first dance of spring.
Thick legs,
beautiful smile,
& a heavy heart.
Hard liquor coats her tongue
& singes your lips.
No make up,
hair unkempt,
brown skin
with worn leather framing her eyes.
Never begging for love.
Touch mimicking light rain,
words like thunder,
& unapologetically
freer than the wind.
Our love was like a tango in hellfire and brimstone.
constantly, I questioned our presence.
my mind is constantly in a choke hold
and my heart is in flames.
both call out for help
but neither are willing to be saved.
I sewed my hair in long and straight.
I pinched my nose and narrowed my eyes.
“Smile,” I said, “you’re almost perfect.”
You’re undeniable. I can’t deny you if I wanted to. You won’t allow it.
