𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝟛𝟙

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖

With my finger tips, I rubbed up and down against the smooth skin of the back of his neck. I clanged myself onto him watching him closely. His skin felt like silk against my finger tips. I sat with my legs across his lap and he held my book in his hands.

Chris read what I had been writing. I waited for him to finish, watching his eyes read from left to right. The longer it took for him to finish, the bigger the anxious knot in my stomach grew. "Wooow baby" he turned his head from the book and faced me. He grabbed the back of my head and put his head in the crook of my neck applying soft kisses with his tender lips.

His lips tickled me and my stomach fluttered leaving me with bright red cheeks and a toothless smile. "Do you like it" I asked low feeling unsure.

"Baby I love it" he spoke before kissing me at my lips. Our blissful kiss was short and sweet. I never felt unloved in his brown eyes and warm gaze. "These are poems are deep, some sad, romantic and most of all, they're beautiful. I don't know how you come up with it"

"Some of it comes from the help of you" I said rubbing my thumb against the curve of his ear. His mouth grew the slightest curve as he held his magnetic stare."You've inspired some of my most recent poems"

His eyes shifted back to the book he closed in my lap. "What about the dark poems? About fear and loneliness?"

The topic made my skin crawl uncomfortably, it made the thought of me publishing my work frightening. I didn't want anybody reading it. "I can't go through with this anymore, it was a bad idea" I said snatching the book from his lap to put it on the opposite side of me on the leather couch.

He frowned his face in confusion holding the palm of his hand out. "But why, Justice you were doing so great. Listen, think about this, what if someone who is experiencing similar experiences as you and picks up this book in a store. When they read your words, it will resonate with them. You can help people with your poetic words, baby it's poetic justice" he spoke with confidence.

He spoke with his radiant energy and smile. "Poetic Justice, it kinda has a ring to it" I said smiling back at him. His dimple was showing, it was hard not to smile myself. "It's too late to go back, I won't let you do it" he sung like in a witty voice like a character out of a show.

I was trapped in his arms and he began to tickle me while leaning over me. My sides grew weak and sensitive to his touch, I tried my hardest not to tap out. The room filled with my raucous laughter and desperate shrieks.

Eventually I began to attempt to run from his hands. But I was trapped as he stood over me with my back in the couch. "Okay, Uncle, Uncle" I yelped tapping my hand against the couch.

"Tell me you won't quit" he demanded.

"I won't give up" I yelled.

Finally his hands released me from his light tortures sensation. I could feel my core loosen before I got up from the couch standing in front of him with my chest puffed out. We stared intensely, he wore a smirk and I pumped my chest.

"Am I supposed to be scared of you" he asked in a witty manner.

"You don't wanna test me now" I sassed flipping my braids.

"No you don't wanna test me, keep up the good work and publish this book" he took one step further leaving no more space between us. "I won't let you give up"