Electro

October 19

Up on the table. On your back. Noise bubbles
around you. Cool air slides over your skin,
then fingers. Touching, stroking. Learning you.
A stranger's face. A kind smile. And eyes that say,
Ready? Tingles at first, rolling over you like a feather
tipped with a thousand tiny blades. Up, down.
Slow, sensual. Bliss. Your eyes close, your tense
muscles relax into the padded table surface.
Time for a little lesson in electricity. A zing, flicking
against your skin, a lick of fire with a pointed tongue.
Your eyes fly open and that kind smile has evolved
into a wicked grin. Repeat the process. Stroke, cajole, lull… then strike. Jolts that get sharper and sharper,
Lightning strikes against your side, your hip, your arm,
Your nipple, your nipple, your nipple. Shriek, gasp.
Cackle. Repeat the process. Fingers claw at the sheet,
feet wiggle back and forth. Mustn't move; must move.
A respite. Fingers move up and up, into your hair,
electricity crawls over your scalp. Your eyes roll back in your head and you moan. Arch. Please …
***. Your nipple, your nipple, your nipple. Scream
when it happens, pout when it doesn't. More,
in more places. Slick places. Kindness here;
cruelty there. People are all around but the room
is empty. The room is gone. The space where you live
is in his fingertips. Shriek. Gasp. Cackle. Moan.
Repeat the process. Hyper-sensitive. Trembling.
Utterly at his mercy and delighted to be there.