She was a presumptuous bitch laying with her curves pressed
against my essence; her display baiting me into lord knows what. I’ve beaten men for lesser sins. She opened her eyes and acknowledged me as I
hovered over her angry. A predator was lurking
beneath her crystal blue stare and when I noticed this it’s too late. She rises
toward me cooing sweet things and I crumble.
Time no longer exists as I stare at her on my bike. She cocks her head to the side and with a
knowing smile simply asks “So do I get a ride?”
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: xercism
Location of Work: deviantArt
Presumptuous, Essence, Hover, Crumble, Exist
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