ETIOLATED

RED VELVET

chiffon lace cascades
down her generous hips
like two blushing cherries
wrapped up in velvet
her pinky finger hooks his blouse button
as his hands roam her curves
like an experienced sailor returning to sea
she moves like red reeds in the erotic wind;
swaying and salacious

flowing and forceful
her eyes are a turbulent red sea
they have seen shipwrecks and storms
nautical births alike
her plump lips slightly ajar
coated in decadent dews;
her syrupy cherry chapstick

the mango dulcet in her veins
breaths short and fast escape twixt
as the ivory bones beneath
her toffee skin fold and unfold
as he unravels her crimson sinews and threads
like the fraying edges of cut velour fabric
her voice is a velveteen whip
it cracks his name

soft but brutal