Lit Keypad
Rose E. Grier
From the shadows you step
as the bottle blue light exposes you.
I know you were there.
You know it too.
Your scent encircles me.
My breath quickens and
you permeate my senses like liquid smoke.
There is a certain smile on your face
that I remember.
Not touching,
we dance in the alley.
You take the familiar lead
and rape me.
I cry as you type your perversions
in the dark.
