An autumn sunset
whips through the wind
whispers from within
of a shadowy figure
I so fucking figured
I met her on Tinder
for dinner
We mingled
Among the crowd
far too loud
headed home
for her room
chains and whips, she likes
shaking were her hips
She’s coming again
No.
Really
She’s coming again
As in
She’s at
the door
for more.

(Wattpad, Amazon Kindle.)