You Whispered to Me


You were sitting across from me

in a booth at the Pho place,

your noodles eaten,

your bowl almost empty,

and you leaned back,

tired, sank into the vinyl seat,

and a particular look

came over your eyes.


Your sleepy gaze cast a spell on me.


You whispered to me then

without words,

in the language of your body,

which I understand

all too well.


Your head told me

to run my fingers

through your short spiky hair.

Your smooth cheeks told me

to paint them

with hungry little kisses.

Your lap told me to

climb in.

Your mouth told me

to fill it with my pretty pink nipple.

Your hands told me to abandon myself

to your touch,

to give up everything,

spread myself wide

and receive sensation.


I am a good girl, you know.

When you speak to me like this,

I can’t help

but listen.

Love Potion


My love potion is made of:

geranium, mandarin orange, lemon, cardamom, sandalwood, patchouli, ylang ylang, and jasmine oils,

as well as other ingredients:

wistful hope,

cunning need,

fearful longing,

the surprising perseverance

of an oft-broken heart.


I am an uncommon sorceress,

love my only spell.

I will weave my dazzling web of dreams

for you to catch upon.

And once you do,


let the games begin.


You must be terribly manly

to arouse my seductive passions.

But if you charm me,

I will take you

against my bosom like an eternal mother — a cute little mamacita, that is,

and hold you there in the thrall

of luscious pleasure,

spreading the length of my curves against you,

touching you

in all the right places.


I will feast upon you lavishly, leaving no part of you untasted,

open the mouth of myself wide for you,

swallow you heartily down.


I will cook you your favorite foods.

My tongue will fill your ear

with kind words of encouragement,

with decadent flattery,


your ego.


I will make myself delicious to you.

Soon you will begin to crave me

on your tongue.

You will become addicted

to my love.


So drink a sip of my love potion.


Then let the games begin…