My Dark Muse

Her room smells like cigarettes and incense smoke.

Drifting through the open window:
the notes her fingers stroke from the guitar,
so lithe, they make me wonder what they feel like;
the thin tendrils of tobacco smoke from between her painted lips,
quivering gently, they make me wonder what they taste like;
the words echoing from her mind,
so intricate, it makes me wonder what it's thinking now as she catches me stealing glances.

I look down and notice I've accidentally left lipstick on her couch.
I would feel more sorry, but seeing the red stain makes me think of how good she would look with my lipstick kisses on her neck,
and down, down, down, down.

And she turns from me and takes off her shirt, but only just to change it. I'm trying not to stare, but the pale of her back is the pale of the moon and the glow of the stars and spilt milk across a granite floor.

And she asks me to fasten her bra for her, and in those five seconds, her back rises with the lightness of her breath, and I try to hide the pace of the air flooding my lungs as my fingertips graze her soft skin.
Gentle, don't let her on that you're focusing on the way she feels, enjoying it.
She's warm, warmer than you'd think, warm enough to draw you in and submerge you like a bath, and warm enough to make your mind wander and wonder and ponder and keep running away to those places, until you're tip-toeing over the line of what you should be thinking about her and what you can't stop yourself from imagining.

And she takes another drag, and I can't help but notice her chest as it rises when she inhales, the smoke swirling in her lungs and returning in a cloud, hanging around her, her sleepy eyelashes batting it away, so long they brush her cheekbones when she blinks into a smile.
Her eyes, those beautiful Medusa eyes that could only look brighter if they were staring an inch away from mine. Could I touch your eyelashes with mine?
Her eyes aren't gems, maybe something harder, with a look that could kill if you'd let it.

Kill me now and again, again, again.
Moan for more and I'll let you slay me, again, again, again.