Layers

Layers

Layers She is a miser of words but her eyes speak with the eloquence of the sun. She warned that her light would scathe & that her truth would consume me. I didn’t listen. I didn’t listen. Who wouldn’t want to wake to the cornrows of her smile? Who wouldn’t crave a bite of lips

Layers

She is a miser of words
but her eyes speak
with the eloquence of the sun.

She warned that her light would scathe
& that her truth would consume me.
I didn’t listen.
I didn’t listen.

Who wouldn’t want to wake
to the cornrows of her smile?
Who wouldn’t crave a bite of lips
fluffy as sponge cake?

Our first kiss, like a shot of tequila
started a wildfire in my taste buds.
My flesh numbed for a few seconds,
spellbound—then screamed for more.
She asked for a minute to freshen up
& was back with the stealth of shadows.

She wanted the light off
but isn’t sex unraveling—
aren’t we meant to peel away
layers of mysteries?

I was set to relish her scenery,
set to embark on a sensual hike—
to explore the beauty of her uplands,
listen to birds chirp in her bones
& streams throb beneath her skin.
I needed to see her mouth bloom
into moans
& smoke rise
at the summit of ecstasy.

She raised her hands,
as though in surrender
& I lifted her blouse over her head.
She stood before me,
transformed, a city in ruins—
her body, a history of abuse.
“There’s a whip by the dresser”
She whispered.
& I went limp.

J. Bad

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