by C. Ikpoh
You are who you are. The captive of my imagination. The captor of my soul. You caged it inside your mouth with a single inhalation; speaking with the scent of my essence on your breath, I am overwhelmed with familiarity. I have been drawn in too close. You devour me with utter competency. You have surely done this before. A mystic warrior in your own right, there is no resisting your supernatural aggression. Defeated, I am lost.
You are the pain and suffering of centuries untold. My heart bleeds with anarchy, for you have placed it there. If hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, then you are the reason why. Your wrath is the honey nectar of venomous intoxication. I salivate for another taste. You transform me into a hopeless masochist. Must I beg and plead for you to exact your retribution upon me? Strike me down with your cancerous touch! Dissolve my core with your acidic
genocide known only as the love you fill me with! May we dissipate into histories untold.
You are pleasure unparalleled. Offered to me ages ago was exponential feelings of satisfaction and joy. Today, I am enthralled with the fulfillment of your promise. Each breeze we share carries orgasmic sensations when you stand nearby. My spirit shivers with experiences that can only be depicted by lost truths telling of a timeless lust. Who am I to deny you of the carnal desires you demand of me? My entire being is ravaged by one swift, gentle flick of your tongue. Heaven knows no love like the one you possess. The angels seek to obtain it, defying the laws mandated by God. Together, you and I, two mortal angels, we shall spawn a new future.
You are fear. I tremble at the thought of your gaze. Trepidation follows my every step in your presence. Death pales in comparison, lacking the courage to confront the being that is you. The unknown and all its uncertainty encapsulates who you are, why you are. Your voice is that of the darkest demon, as is your stare. The scent of hell's sulfur exudes from your pores, exciting gloom in every fiber of my body. You define fear.
Hello, Eloise. I know you. I know your voice. I know your heart. I know your purpose. I know your darkness. This is how I am able to devote myself to all that you are, Eloise. Hello...