SINFUL

Every Saturday’s the same, smooth seduction.

The sunset sees her sipping shiraz, staining supple skin scarlet.

A stranger starts to stare—and soon enough, he saunters over.

All slyness, he simpers and smirks

as she smiles, secrets sparkling in her sclera.

Seemingly spontaneous, she suggests setting out.

He says, Sure.

She shows him to her sumptious suite,

strips,

and strikes.

Sinking incisors into sinew,

she samples more sweet, sinful scarlet.