The Writer

You kill me in all your stories...she said

Oh that petulance, that pout

It makes me want to bite..that mouth

Show no mercy.

I need not kill her in my stories

But I like to

She’s so stunningly beautiful

And so dumb.

I’m a man of few words.

Strange line for a writer to utter.

But I watch her

As she speaks...enough for both of us.

My books are exhibitioned

Like her breasts and her cunt

And her ass and her thighs

And those hips and that waist

And those legs and that neck..

I laugh out loud.

She stares at me with those vacant eyes.

I think i’ll fuck her now.