Favorite Author, LK, LK, Never Cease, Never Fail
Content Warning: Mature Theme. This entry is mainly for adults. This is not appropriate for very young audiences. Reader’s discretion is advised.
Let me tap something of her style
Let's skip to her novel's chapter three
And you'll see
My body reclined on the couch
Resplendent
Looking at her hero
Standing at the doorway
And her hero be oh-so-affected
‘Cause I peruse a lazy look
Put his body on fire
He took it as molten
Coffee-brown eyes
His Adam's apple bobbed
Parched
Cooling down his just opened-collar
How do the critics adore her?
Exquisite?
Intriguing?
But unlike her heroines,
This ain't your sweet,
Innocent, naïve, little virgin
This one might orchestrate a scandal
Oh—
Gasp, and clutch your pearls
Prudes and repressed self-righteous
She's not a blonde, not so modest
She has no cat-like eyes, not a brunette
Such a bummer, her head is no butterscotch
It's just brown.
Skin like earthy color
Something she usually described
As primal
But let's humor her aesthetics:
Her hero poses for my female gaze
He tastes like Madeira with floating ice
Swirl of glistening amber
From the strike of light
Against his chestnut curls
Drunk, I revel at his picture
Apollo chic, leaning to a mantel piece
Come, strip your shyness
I’d strip mine
Along with the strap of my nightdress
I’d slip out of my satin,
Out are my ankles, wore my skin tight
If your oozing appeal
Steams this scalding burn
Does sweat break out on your forehead?
A drop of it landing through your damp lips
If I grazed your feverish skin with my fingertips
Sweat trickles on your neck
And settles to your chest
I relish that view for a minute
Heat flushed over,
The hairs of your nape
Rose to a shudder
The tips of your hair
Keep dripping salty water
You and heavy breathing
Don't race
This mounting heady sensation
My indulgent lips raise a slow smile
Hips and waist stretching
My curved torso
Slouched on the couch
Arms crossed
Black hair strands draped like waterfalls
If my arms stretched, if I should welcome you
Would you bother to reach closer?
Take the time like a Concord wine
Stares potent and thick
If our faces are centimeters near
An almost-soft kiss
Puffing out smoke
Temperature rising
A waft of cinnamon caught by my nose
Don't lose now
Don't lose composure
Your author wrote you like that
Never cease, my hero
Never fail
If you're bathed rich with awareness
Going sharp
While I bask in it
Should I pay attention to watch you?
You're already swathed by masculinity
Every woman fall over
If they faint, if they shriek
I purr
Come here, come closer
Before I chuckle
Is that it?
If by deep midnight haze
I open my eyes to blink
I saw a vague image of you
Half-awake, flickering
Maybe, I'd already closed the novel
