POEMS & SHORTS

Jealous

I could tell by the way she cradled my head as she cut my hair that she hated me now. Her arm was locked tight over my eyes almost squeezed shut by the pressure but I got a tiny triangular view in the mirror of how she concentrated, while clipping my locks with fierce short snips of the scissors. Her light, almost clear colored brown eyes blazed red with fire as if any second she might just clench the scissors tight in her fist and thrust them right into my skull.

So I was concerned… but I was naked; we both were with me sitting on a stool and her standing over me leaning in while she cut, her swelled bare breasts and hard nipples pushing against my neck, giving me a full throbbing erection. I could feel the heat of her pussy too and knew she also might just toss the scissors in the sink or drop them down on the tiled floor any second, demanding we fuck but it wouldn’t be a sweet one, our sweet love was long, long gone. I was her captive now, soon to be disposed of and I was fooling myself by thinking I could play it out…until I felt like getting out but that’s what I was thinking. I mean I squinted my eyes so they seemed shut just incase she caught a glimpse of them so what does that tell you? Ya know what I mean? I was afraid to let her know I was watching as she snip, snip, sniped, with her evil glowing grin.

It was looking like a bad haircut too, a terribly bad haircut, a shit, short, short, short haircut in fact but I wouldn’t tell her that or lets say I didn’t know how, aware of what vicious reaction may ensue. Scared? Maybe because to her it was beautiful, as beautiful as her hatred towards me and even though I would not expose that truth,(or could not, scared again, of course) I knew it. She had complete confidence she could butcher me brutal and tell me it was brilliance and know I would agree, know I would see what she told me to see even if we both knew it was a, ruse, a lie, a disaster. I was under her thumb so-to-speak with my tiny, exit plan, my tiny escape, my tiny ace-in-the-hole so tiny, I barely even knew I held it. So she kept cutting with that focused satanic smile while her breasts heaved against me and my cock throbbed eternal.

"I’m almost done, you’ll love it…" she cooed into my ear, soft, like one communicating a vision to the blind.

"Can I look?" I said, now sure that she hadn’t detected my previous clandestine glance.

"No!" she said like a master to a beaten dog and her forearm gripped tighter around my eyes. "You looky, looky, no fucky, fucky…" and she laughed, swatting my cock with the ball of her hand, sharp shiny scissors pointed up. Then she snipped some more.

The memory of her name pains me so, I won’t even write it down, even though it is ringing in my head every second as I record this memory. I won’t. I won’t write it down. I don’t even want to describe her thick, deep rich brown shoulder length hair and her smooth pale olive skin and her, lips…her lips that called me into them like a slave and her legs slender but strong enough to break your back when wrapped around you and her ass, her beautiful ass with each luscious cheek cupped in the palms of each of your hands being more than enough to die for…

Oh sweet escape…

Wisps, puffs and billows of whipped white clouds, drifting, drifting, drifting across the expanse of infinite blue, taking me sailing, sailing away and up, up, up into the heavens I’ve always longed to…

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah…

"What’s that bobbing up in the air between your legs?" she said. Is your big fat cock calling out for my pussy?"

"Yes…" and even if I begged no, her call to my cock made it jump anyway. Just her eyes on it turned it into a rock. Then she straddled me and lowered herself decisively slow…slow…

"Ah, that’s just enough…" she said as she engulfed the head into her heat, while she continued to caress my skull and cut away until I had barely a lock left standing.

"All done," she said as she dropped the scissors and plunged herself down, grabbing on to the back of my closely cropped head. Then I felt the painful pressure of her nails.

"No hair to hold onto now so I have to dig in. Do you like it? Do you like it? Do you like it? Huh? Huh? Huh…" And she rode my cock faster and harder by the second as I braced my hands on the seat of the stool and leaned into her as to not fall over.

"Don’t lean into me!" she said. "Don’t, I mean it or else!"

Then she arched her back and spread her arms across the sink like a Hawk, clutching each side…

And why I, swift as Hawk myself picked up the scissors and plunged them fast into her neck, I will never know. But I confess…

"I don’t like what you’re saying to me," I said in a dream where her face suddenly turned ugly. "And I won't listen…not anymore…"