i tell you that i’m mad at you. you’ve just gotten home from work and it looks like you’ve had a bad day too. and even though i want to scratch your eyes out right now, i can’t help but notice how good disheveled looks on you; your dress shirt is unbuttoned, your tie is loose and askew. it’s pisses me off even more that i can want you so badly, even now. .
your eyes, when they look at me are fierce and black, your body is taut liked a caged beast awaiting its opportunity to pounce on freedom. you tell me to shut the fuck up, that you’ve only got one use for me right now, and that i should turn around and face the wall.
i do it.
© 2015 Kat Crimson
