The breath of the She Devil.
She grins and arches her back now that she is filled.
She opens her palms and gazes upon her new found power.
Her head tilts back and I know I have but seconds to save myself.
I can feel my adrenaline course through me and I can feel the heat from it but my muscles betray me.
God damn it! I scream in my mind.
My god she's beautiful. Nay, she's beyond rapture.
Her smell, her voice. They are but toys. Her tools. Only the best.
She knows the power of her gaze.
Have you heard?
When you drown your whole life passes before your eyes?
Her eyes are of pools of fire.
She's on her hands and knees slowly coming towards me yet again.
Again? So soon? I think.
Her lips smile.
But her eyes are a whole other entity themselves.
I try to raise myself. I grab hold of the silk sheets.
Time slows.
I smell incense.
I see the sheer curtains fluff in the breeze of the open window.
I see the light of the candles flicker and caress her body. The impish light dances to her music.
Even my lips curse me as they welcome her with full embrace.
Her soft warmth.
I am powerless to her magic.
Just some. I choose to spend it drinking her. Like cold water from a mountain spring I drink my fill.
Even when the thirst is gone I want more.
I lust for more.
I take her from behind. Her waist is in my hands. I can feel her every fiber.
She lowers her head and drives backward into me. She reaches back with her hand and grips my wrist firmly. Rhythmically helping me thrust.
She looks back and our eyes meet and we connect. Without a thought or direction my finger lightly touches her lips. We don't say a word but yet we know.
I make a silent wish for God to kill me now.
Then I laugh to myself.
"Fuck!" .
I wake.
I slowly look up to the ceiling and think. FUCK
It's how I begin every day.
I turn and place my feet on the floor.
My past. My master.
Shut the fuck up. I think.
My hands grip the air because I no longer smoke.
I try to laugh because God mocks me.
I will forever be His bitch.
I offer a grimace and a smile
I stand, stretch and then turn.
Looking back I can see she is still there.
I think to myself that I'm sure she's been told her whole life that she's a beauty.
I wonder if it has corrupted her.
How could it not.
Songs have been written of her like.
Once her eyes meet yours wars are begun. They have to be.
It's the way of things.
What sonnet do I quote because of her lips.
Because of her waist.
Her breasts?
What word or name does a man place upon Venus?
The temptress.
She stirs and I think that a temptress is no match for the likes of this she devil.
The curve of her back, the full lips and perked breasts of the devil that lives.
I thank God himself that she does not adorn the heaven's magnet.
The ginger cloak.
Our very Earth may live because she does not.
She withers beneath the silken sheets.
It's now that I know I am lost.
Inside I rage against the very cosmos.
Why am I mocked by the beauty when I have done and seen so much?
I have witnessed Halley's and Hale Bopp first hand.
Now her eyes open.
She gazes upon me and smiles.
Her eyes are forged together with her lips.
They command and no one says no.
Dammit! I think. She's good man. Damn good.
Hey baby. She whispers.
Hi. I offer.
Shit that's lame. I think.
Heat. She brings so much heat.
She rises and wears the silken sheets as though they were designed for her.
I hear the shower and I rethink my life for the umpteenth time in 24 hours.
There's no time for pleasantries.
I reach for my clothes and dress myself.
My mind concentrates and fights through the fog.
I finally grab my tie but then I smell her essence.
I can feel her heat.
My mind tells me I'm doomed. So very doomed.
I turn and there she is below me.
She turns her head and holds me tight.
I think "Why?"
You will not slay me devil. My mind shouts in silent defiance.
You will be well compensated sure.
You know this and yet you slay me?
You know not what you do me thinks.
I acquiescence.
She looks up and she offers.
Whew