The Fire


Languidly…

Your silky legs

Carry you across the room.

The friction of which,

Emblazes

My body

Deep

In

My groin

For an instance,

Your eyes meet mine

As I rapaciously devour

Every cell in your body.

I feel the cold sweat of your fear

As you move to avoid

Any Contact with

My affecting lasciviousness.

The societal politeness

Which kept you from Looking back,

Sealed our fate.

Pas des deux, if you will.

I trembled at the suppleness

Of your delicate lips

Upon the palm of my hand,

Attempting to scream–futile.

I possess your body

With unnatural ease and swiftness

Then time stopped,

But not the ticking

As I exploded

My fever and

Misogynistic desire

Into your crumpled corpse

I exit the lavatory

And languidly cross the room

Unnoticed

Erupting from the bar

Once again content

Once again watching

For a sign,

A feeling…

The Fire.

©Bberry

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