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Tonight I—
wanted to impress you.
Not so casually I chose
sleek black heels,
a short leather skirt
with a zipper
that ran diagonally
Paired fairly
with a long-sleeved
silk blouse
Navy,
with black buttons
undone— 3 down;
generously
showing off
the hint of dark lace
below rounded flesh
and calculated
sweet scents.
At dinner I watched you
run two fingers
down a stem
of a wine glass
like a nervous tic;
smiling downwards
after words,
through
our unspoken
intentions.
At certain angles
you’d catch the glimmer
my eyes reflected by
delicately tuned
sarcasm
It’s true:
I loved it,
you loved that I loved it,
and we barely
muttered words.
I was charmed.
Privately,
I thanked myself
for the
wise choice
of cotton material:
at the very least
a thin barrier
to pitiful
increases of fluid
matched to your
blood-flow.
We had almost finished dinner,
you were hungry
and I—
so full now
of an inherent
desire to feed.
I knew
if black leather
were to be hiked up
and scrunched,
with panties
intact
You’d certainly
be smothered
in every
scent molecule
you could
breathe in,
through your
mouth and
nose.
Maybe then,
I thought,
I’d allow your
wine stained
tongue
for a while
Knowing this, of course—
my heart quickens
Rachel Lauren is a 30-year-old Miami-born writer currently living in Los Angeles, CA. Drawn to the darkly erotic and oddities that charm and challenge our psyche, her poetic mission aims to put the convolution of love, sex and human nature into ink.