Six Beginnings (micropoetry page)

Six Beginnings

Art Lovers

We met———————
—————–at the art museum.
I, recreating battle scenes
——————with stick figures.
She, sketching mustaches
————————for portraits.
Was love——————-
————————at first sight.

Vices

Blowing smoke away
from her snifter, then sipped,
raising an eyebrow at my water.
“I have my vices,” I replied,
“You’ll see later, maybe.”

Instant Addiction

The first time I
felt a girl’s hips
buck up to me
I was hooked.

1000 Ribbons

She wrapped herself
in a thousand ribbons
and gifted me
with sharp shears.

Inevitability

When the barest graze
of my fingertip
along the furrow
of your slit
comes away
wet
the chain
of events
becomes
inevitable.

Breathe

The first time
she walked by
I forgot to breathe.
Now I’m practicing
for my second chance.

About Monocle

I am the little devil on your shoulder, stroking your neck with my tail, whispering obscenities into your ear, and looking down your blouse. One third of The Erotic Writer blog.

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