Lip Service

The sweet taste

Dances upon my lips

Her lips part

Gentle

Inviting

Enchantress left me enthralled

Gasping for air

But far from coming up for more

I lavish her with tongue lashings

Adoring her every curve

As though sanctified

The soft give of flesh

And tense of muscles

All lead

To glorious crescendo

Antici-

My chains rattle against stone

No light reaches me so far down

What horror next lies in store for me?

What vengeances shall be wrought?

Gods

The anticipation might just be

The worst part of all

Wait

What was that noise?

A lantern approaches

No

No gods no

This is so much worse

Gods I was wrong

I was so wrong!

Please!

Gods above no!

Hack the World

Input awaits

Blink of anticipation

Buzzing cathode

Overhead

Fluorescent hum

A single fan

Squeaks weakly

He sits

Cross legged

Hands hanging

Fingers a breath above

A sharp BREEP

Announces initiation

Fingers fly over keys

Click clack

Fuzzy logic gives way

Clarity in decision

Here the final keystroke

Strikes through

Half a country away

Rolling boards

Streaming numbers

Flick to red

Well dressed men

Panic stricken

Scream and rage

As all they’ve built

Metaphorically

Goes up in flames

So Subtle

A quiet dinner

Candle sputters

Flutters beyond annihilation

Clink of silver

Upon platters piled high

The man stops

Mouth half full

Looks up

She, smile half moon full

Something dangerous

Adventurous

In her eyes

On the floor

A red high heel

Foot far higher

The man clutches his fork

Nostrils flared

But a smile plays on his lips

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