Un-Fancy Desire
When I wake up in the morning the first thing that bursts into my head is my love. I don’t think I could ever live without HER, she is my Darling. She is strong and pure; she is my HERO. She is my love, my… You see, our love is unlike any other.
Our day starts when I pick HER up from the corner house on Telfair and Fairfax, she is not cheap and is as pure as pure can be. On the drive back home she sits in my pocket on my lap in HER transparent dress. I like HER tightly concealed because it will be a disaster if any of HER were to spill out. When we step out of the truck she is halfway down my pants and I can’t wait to open the door and throw her on the table…You see, our love is unlike any other.
It's unique how an object like love can fit in the palm of your hands; but our love deserves a better surface, preferably I like to have HER in a spoon. This is where things really heat up; as I bring my red flame underneath HER I know this is what gets HER hot, really hot till she is boiling wet. As my skin waits impatiently for the piercing of flesh, I can’t resist but to suck every drop of her up like a syringe. As my arm embraces HER tourniquet hugs; my body screaming for HER injection It’s been craving…You see, our love is unlike any other.
As we lie together with HER in my arm, I can feel HER love flowing through my veins, in my blood, and in my heart. Now I can finally rest as my head falls back and eyelids slam shut. And if I wake in the morning it will be to the knowledge of HER absence, but it’s OK. I know where to find HER at the corner house on Telfair and Fairfax, that’s where I will pick HER up again… My Darling, My Love, My HEROIN.
Copyright © Steven Medellin | Year Posted 2014
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