Mirage

Like a devil, I can entice you with the art of my words

 

Comfort you like a bed of silk or light you up in all your longing places.

 

You imagine my body soft and safe.

 

You hope my smile is sweet like cherries.

 

You wonder how I taste. I know you do.

 

I’m alive in the dark, dirty parts of your mind.

 

Do you think about the all ways you could have me?

 

How you would bring pleasure out of me?

 

My body pulsating under you

 

My breath and moans vibrating off your skin

 

Feeling my fingers grip your hair and body

 

Do you?

 

It’s a wicked thing, isn’t it?

 

But who said I was nice?

 

Who told you I was fair?

 

Am I even real?

 

Or will you realize I’m only a mirage you discovered in your desert?