Muse: The Saint Luis Bird
Straight off the bus from Saint Luis,
Fresh thick accent reminds me of my grandmother I never knew from the south,
Small and frail like a bird waiting to cast her first wings,
Hair flying in the wind a little off the top of her head,
Feet moving in tiny paces back and forth,
One run to get the oat milk,
Another run to add a pinch of cinnamon,
Oh wait you forgot the....
She already added the finishing touches to my latte,
Her hand placed solidly on the counter she leaned over and said,
Bite me,
No she actually said four dollars,
I giggled just a little,
I almost leaned in for a kiss or a bite,
I couldn’t let her know I just pulled out my money and grabbed a table,
I sat with my fingers twiddling over and under each other,
She smiled at me with a huge yet tiny smile,
Her cheeks where so tiny and thin I just wanted to pinch them,
As I rewind the past few moments I remembered she had welts around her wrists,
It was very noticeable because her skin was so pail,
She didn’t even bother trying to hide it with a set of bracelets or a handkerchief,
She was bold,
The kind of bold that said fuck you world but also sweet and sensitive when needed,
Most of all when making lattes,
A few moments pass by and she asks me how I like the latte,
With my mouth full of excitement I gave her a thumbs up,
She kept walking until she reached the top of a stair case,
A hidden door to where the coffee beans sleep,
She gave me the finger to follow her into what appears to be a basement,
I look around me checking to make sure she was talking to me,
I take a huge gulp of my fluffy latte and head down the stairs,
Each step made me more and more anxious,
I walked slowly of course didn’t want to rush into anything,
The closer I got the more I can smell the fresh coffee beans brewing,
I moved the curtain to the side and there she was,
Little Saint Louis her bull whip was bigger than the length of her entire body,
I was expecting her to be on her knees ready to submit,
I was wrong,
Small and frail like a bird waiting to cast her wings aka whip,
Not my typical Don I’d go for but it will definitely work for now,
Plus it was something about her eyes that forced me to the ground,
Almost automatically with out words,
She had an air of confidence that brought weakness to my knees,
Shaking and cracking my way to the ground,
She ripped off my favorite Sunday skirt the kind you wear with no underwear,
Her tiny fingers caressed my back all the way up to my neck,
She pressed my neck down with force,
The kind of force that turns on the faucet,
The hair bumps all over my body began to stand up all at once,
Her hand came back down this time heading further north,
Cold and wet smack on my ass to get me warmed up,
She leans over to press her head into my back,
Rubbing the leather bull whip between the palms of her hands,
A gush if heat swarmed pass my vagina,
I kept wishing she would just hit me already,
No more warm up,
I yell hit me!
She quickly covered my mouth with her hand I almost forgot there was a parade of of coffee addicts upstairs,
She wrapped the whip around my neck a few times as punishment,
Gasping for air I tried to mouth the words.. I’m sorry,
My eyes drown in a haze of fog and I can feel the cold ground hit my face....
I wake some time later to trickles of water hitting the side of my face,
I look around dizzy from passing out and I didn’t see anyone at first,
I can hear footsteps coming at me,
I crack a smile with my dripping chin,
I then noticed I couldn’t move my legs or my arms,
She had me chained to a stool,
I glance over to the right to see a line of feet against the wall,
I also heard some whispering and vibrating,
An audience,
She then began to wrap my shredded shirt around my eyes so I couldn’t see,
She yanked the chins a bit to make sure I couldn’t escape,
She then began to lick the top of my crack,
First like a strait arrow then a few swirls,
She added a few smacks in between,
Assuming all the coffee addicts either left or came down to join us,
I then hear her come up to her feet waking in the opposite direction dragging the tail of her whip behind her,
Too much excitement caused my heart to pound tensely,
Before she could hit me,
I came so hard there was nothing left of this floor other than puddles of my insides,
Everyone giggled and slapped their knees,
A deep breath I took beneath me...
Comments