Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Park

He had no clue that any kind of darkness existed in my heart, but hell, the boy hardly knew me. He only knew what he saw, and that is where he faltered. He looked neither beyond my eyes nor beyond my breasts. He ran his tongue across his lips and looked at me without fear of what could happen. This boy stands in front of me, a semi-stranger. He sees my hair and my face, the perfect weapons-- but he has no idea of what I am capable.
I suppose he thought that we were both thinking about sex; I could tell by the way his body shifted as I ran my hand down my torso, and his clothes began to look as if they could slip off of his porcelain frame at any moment-- with my consensus. His thoughts seemed to be floating in the air, down the slide, around the swing set, under each table… he had no clue. He had no protection, no way to leave. Yes, he could run. But could he escape me? Doubtful.
He stepped toward me and I felt my blood pressure rise... I felt his rise as well. The aroma of his hair hit me when the wind blew. We were alone in this park, and he didn't fear me at all. I can carry myself in the utmost defenseless of ways. He would never know that I am a beast.
When he reached me, he extended his arm as if to ensure my presence.
"I am very real," I whispered to him. I was waiting for a dumb ass response, something like- "You have perfect tits," but he didn't say a word. He just let his hand rest upon the center of my chest, silently. He seemed to be waiting.
I wanted to strip him. I wanted to take him down. Slowly. Painfully.


To be continued.