SOL: Disruption

Aging Lolita, she smiles as
She knows this is as good as it gets
Cherubic target, he only registers defeat after she has
Sunk her teeth into his back
Running voracious hands through angelic
Spirals, devouring him out of spite, blaming
Recklessness on the pursuit of pleasure
Tossing regret to the wind and shedding
Inhibitions like the sweat that drips from
Her skin, still tight from the salt in the
Sea, the shape of her body makes him
Drop to his knees
Writing apologies, illicit whispers
In hungry ears, dragging a repentant body
Back to the beach, washing it clean

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Her Smile Promises Infinite Pleasure.”