I stand
As you dance around me
In circles
Snickering
“You think you can hurt me?”
I stand
“Is that your little fist balled up?”
I stand
20 minutes
You dance
And taunt
“Go on! What cha going to do?”
I snap
My hand leaves my side
Open palm finds your cheek
The ***** slap heard around the world
Echos
As I sail backwards
In to the wall
This is not the end of me
The is a beginning

So I wake up and as I'm stretching I notice in the mirror that my underwear matches my shirt.
Then I burst out laughing because I hear in my head "WOW you weren't even trying” and “Look they actually match! How did that happen?! That almost never happens" and knew today was a win before it even really started.

Come in I say
Then sway away
With a knowing smile
Won’t you stay
So we can play
I’ll make it worth your while
“A drink perhaps?”
Just thought I’d ask
For parched you soon might be
Liquor your thing?
Full frontal swing?
Feeling a little thirsty?
Or if instead
You want some head
A beer is more your pace
But If you prefer
Not saying a word
Then drink me in their place

To be continued. . .

Would you like to see?
A little more of me?
Perhaps just a sliver,
a warm spreading shiver?
A morsel, a crumb,
to be under your thumb.
But not just yet,
horse before the cart,
stay over there and
let the games start,
of who can stay in
their own chosen chair
but I’ll warn you right now
I never play fair

I want you to watch as I surrender to myself. A preview of what it’s like to romp on my playground. And once I’ve washed upon my own shore I’ll turn right around and start crawling toward yours.
Slinking while sinking my teeth on my lip Savoring the ways I’ll nibble your tips

I feel your gaze on me
like a swinging watch

I like the strain of the choke
the leash on desire creates