My Darling and The Motel

Flickering dim lights sedate you,
The yellowing walls buzz aimlessly.
A shimmering cross causes alluring
reflections in her plummeting cleavage.
Enticing

She swoons with the chill of some rogue breeze
Then you realize this is not some wet dream.
That ugly low brow voice was right.
Again.

You should not have come here.
But isn’t she exquisite while unscrupulous
It isn’t just the recycled smoke
that sets your tongue on fire
It’s the way she shifts and shivers
Waiting.

Cloaked by the shadows and the stains
You’re just a man in the background.
Only another cockroach in a beaten down motel.
Ruthless.

Here he comes, deceitful and grinning
She doesn’t even have the decency to smile.
Just toys with the silver cross twisting
Between her breasts
As his manicured hand slip up her dress
The bile rises into your nostrils
Betrayal

Reviews

[fireblossom]

Brilliant. Exactly.

[Melissa Kesead]

Very dark and delectable. "As his manicured hand slips up her dress"...great line!

[Crazy Cat Man]

mysteriously intriguing. :) i dig