3 08 2017

This is one in a series of Haiku battles between myself and a dear Lady Cheryl DeWolfe, who blogs at Flotsam and Jetsam. These collaborations are all very erotic and were written in real-time exchanges with no outline nor discussion of the content before each began.

Note: no bytes were killed in the writing of these, thou some of them may be scarred for life


bound to frame
fighting to control breath
she waits

clock ticks in her mind
anticipation growing
practicing patience

blade descends
steel against shoulder strap
parted threads

floral sundress falls
her clothing his to destroy
happy she exhales

lazy lines
between her bared breasts
he draws

steel kisses her flesh
stillness is now her focus
she watches him work

turned blade
whispered menace
across her throat

sharp intake of breath
panic rises and subsides
her cunt grows wetter

up and behind
pin point pressure scores a line
to her ear

sweat beads on forehead
jagged breath discloses fear
she senses his smile

exposed neck
beast licks his lips
as dinner waits

unable to move
his breath heavy on her neck
his growl her touchstone




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