Lust

She’s in a black strapless dress
with the slit up to here,
and her long, styled hair
catches whatever shred of light
sneaks in at the cracks
of the darkened room.
She cocks an eyebrow
and rests her hand on her hip,
relaxed but ready.
She speaks clearly, quietly,
with a voice like black coffee:
warm, strong, a little jarring.
She only says one word —
“more.” Or maybe it’s “again.”
She smirks.
It’s both a question
and a foregone conclusion.

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2 responses to “Lust

  1. I love the description of the voice, like black coffee. *sigh*

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