The Blood & The Bones

• pillow talk •

He is said to be a good man who has done bad deeds..
A man who came home for good after living a thousand lives inside this one..
The gentleman and the wolf.
The ever elusive dying breed.
And one who is most certainly a magnet for a curious woman like me.
I think of him, what little I know and feel my body reacting..
Warm and soft between thighs that pull themselves together to clench the ache.
Wishing I could just be direct and ask him..
Convincing myself that I am persuasive enough to pull these stories from his lips..
But my motive is purely selfish.
I want to hear of all the people
he’s brought down
trembling
to their knees..
Without giving away that I need so badly to
be one of them.
I want to know of all the wrists he’s bound, mouths he’s gagged and silenced.
Every time his knuckles have found a malleable home in someone else’s flesh.
Every required instance that his blade split skin like hot butter.
To hear of it..
To even think of the way his heart drummed in his chest and his body became a weapon
It’s almost unbearable.
The thought of it makes me slick with desire..
Will he know my curiosity is also begging him to kill my kitten?
Surely my eagerness would give me away and he would hear in my voice all the shameful things I would allow him to replay on my body..
And I know men like that are taught to hold tight to their secrets..
But it does not stop me from thinking just how far he’d get if he ever tried to seduce me with stories..

the blood
& the bones