an introverted pervert she was
loved getting gag orders
…loved how he crossed her hollowed borders
while cerebrally stuffing yoni eggs
between her legs
blind folded
she relished how
her misunderstandings
would get molded in pitch darkness
high off of her lewd imagination
unrepentant as ever
she silently accepts her just
punishment
as aphrodisia
chained to a
particular brand of
lust…he cultivated a certain
level of trust…crept inside the crypt throbbing
beneath her famed ego
thru a buildup of random phone calls
he entered the dungeon of
her soul…the space where sex-dragon slept
step by step…
meticulously he prepped her
kept her in a space
oxygenated by his voice
she recalled how
he would spread her with his mannerisms
map out her specifics
art-ticulate the heavy shades
of her aura
and now here she is…gambit girl
ready to spin her Russian roulette of desires
once again…forever seeking
peeking in braille for hints of spontaneity
touching herself to his rhythmic tone
as she fondled her secreted notes of
serendipity
