Alter Ego

(2019)

Her name 

is 

Dominique

Cropped hair styled slickly and perfectly into pixie spikes, 

Each point could pierce your skin,

Making you bleed and scream,

Pleasure dripping down your body,

Along with sweet sweat.

Each bead containing a drop of your fear and dreams,

Begging 

for 

releasssseee,

Her lips 

perfectly puckered, 

Beckoning for a kiss,

But Don’t you dare try,

Or you will feel the sting of sharp teeth behind crimson softness.

Your tongue and mind ache to feel the caress of her luscious skin.

She comes near,

But Never 

close.

Her voice is quiet but clear,

When she tells you to,

Bend down and shut up,

As she straps leather tethers around your wrists,

Pulling them behind you,

And exposing everything you ever tried to hide.

You can plead,

You can cry,

You can moan,

And yelp,

But she will only stop,

When you are utterly satisfied.

Her name is Dominique.

She will consume you if you let her try.