The Blood & The Bones

My back is pressed against the bed..

Curved into the mattress and the rails. One warm and soft and the other cold yet not unpleasant.

My face turned upward as my trembling knees settle into the plush of the carpet.

He has explained, so matter of factly, that very soon he intends to make me take all of it.

Nervous and eager..

I prepare myself staring glutinously at what awaits me.

He looks down and asks me if I am going to be his good girl today..

I want to show him that I can receive gracefully or otherwise whatever he sees fit to give

That my throat is a waiting cradle..

That my eyes will never leave his.

That my body may react but that stopping is not an option or not one I want anyway.

I told him this and many other things when he earned me.

I told him that my mind, my soul, and my sex were now at his disposal.

Every part of me a hungry open vessel.

And today he’s going to make me prove it.

the blood
& the bones

I write a lot of these “short stories” or at least that’s what I’m calling them. Maybe short encounters…. Some are etched deep into my memory and some are just fantasies that play out in my head but never in reality. I don’t consider these poetry. But I see how much you guys like them and so I will continue to share and we both can live vicariously through my writing.