9/9 OCF COFFEE HOUSE MUSE :Nonbinary couple
He sat with his legs crossed and and an american flag handkerchief floating around his neck,
His fingers crossed in adequate manner,
He sipped his coffee as if he didn't want to smear his chapstick,
She glanced over at him with a deadly stare,
She looked directly into his eyes and then down at his pants,
She wore an all black pant suit as if she was the top,
He didn't pay her any mind all he could look at is me looking at them,
The two did not look for a second as if they belonged together ,
Somehow this cafe has brought them together,
Before I could break eye contact she grabbed his leg and caresses it softly,
Not even that could grab his attention,
She tucked her hair behind her ears as if she was getting frustrated,
He stood over her in his matching denim jacket and pants set his grey hair wasn't the only thing that showed his age,
She was a tiny blonde but she looked as if she meant business,
She looked as if she had a paddle in her briefcase,
No she looked as if she had an extra pair of heels in her suitcase,
But not for her,
She grabbed his hand and he brushed away in a bratty manner,
She stood up and mouthed lets go as if he was in a world of trouble,
I myself was curious of that trouble,
I followed them down a foggy and wet alley,
I kept my umbrella down on my face slightly tilted so I can follow their shoes but not close enough to make it obvious that I was following them,
They stopped at about mid way at a loft perfectly crafted to see straight through her apartment,
Winner winner chicken dinner,
She looked as if she was loaded in a calm and unselfish way,
Once they reached pass the doorway I glance aside to see her grab him by the back of his neck,
He dropped to his knees and began folding his hands in a begging manner,
I couldn't hear any words but I knew he was apologizing for acting bratty at breakfast,
She stripped him down to nothing and did exactly what I thought she would do,
Pulled out a sassy red pair of cheap red heels,
He put them on and began walking to the back of her first floor apartment, maybe a duplex i wasn't sure,
I cut an extra corner to reach the front of her duplex were her door was left cracked,
My eyes open in a shock,
Perfect timing,
I pull the handle just a bit there was no squeaking door hinges only the sound of marcy playground,
I stood in the doorway a bit to listen for the sound of their movement so I can know which way to move,
I saw a sweater hanging on the coat rack i dropped it to the floor and placed it under my feet,
I didn't want any wet footprints left behind just in case,
I glided my way towards the kitchen close enough to make love to the walls,
There he was in his american flag handkerchief naked in heels cleaning her refrigerator with a toothbrush,
She had quickly changed into a black latex catsuit or maybe he already had it on under her work clothes,
She sat on the counter smoking a cigar,
One leg cropped up towards her chest and the other dagling,
She reached into her drawer usually where you would keep kitchenware and pulled out a collar,
The yelled that's enough!
She kicked the back of his legs until he fell to the floor,
She choked him vigorously for about a minute and a half before placing a metal collar around his neck,
She must have whispered in his ear, bark like a dog,
A big roof came pouring out of his lungs, she patted him on the head and said good boy,
He than poked his ass up to sit on all fours at that point she climbed upon his back and road him into the next room,
My jaw got caught on the clock witch seems as if time had stopped just for them,
She must have hear me gasp for air, she turned back sharply as if she remembered she didn't lock her door earlier,
I dropped down to my knees and quicky nudged my way out of the front door,
I took the sweater with me because well, evidence,
I lit up my umbrella and began slow walking back down the alley with a pink Tom Cruise smelling sweater,
I didn't wake up today wanting to be a thief but it was well worth the ride.
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