Gray Matters

Emerald

Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays --

Days I get to spend with Emerald,

Also referred to as my chameleon angel,

For whatever I desire, she grants me.

Doctor

Lawyer

Detective

Pirate

Cheerleader

I relay what I want,

And within minutes,

Inside our private room,

Emerald amazes on every occasion.

Tonight was our 100th meeting.

Having mentioned it to her last week,

She surprised me,

Already having a show planned.

Upon stepping into the cozy room,

My jaw collapsed to the carpet,

As startled eyes observed my Emerald,

Perched on a desk with a ruler in hand.

Ruby lips grinning, she slapped the ruler against her palm,

Hypnotic eyes staring from behind black, rectangular glasses.

You're late for class, she said, pointing toward a chair,

Which I swiftly settled into, apologizing for my tardiness.

As music played, Emerald slid from the desk,

Black Maryjane high heels carrying her toward me.

She straddled me in a dangerously short pinstripe skirt,

Caressing my cheek with the ruler.

Hips swaying in perfect rhythm with the music,

A firm rear soon occupied my lap.

She teasingly unbuttoned a jacket,

Revealing cleavage squeezed into a cropped tie front top.

Jacket soon removed and tossed,

Emerald grinded into me, stirring my hunger.

Eye contact kept, the top was untied.

Beholding her bounty, I had to lick my lips.

Knowing what I liked, she stood up,

Leaning forward to jiggle them in my face,

Intoxicating ginger eliciting a smile,

Which my angel returned.

I love you, Emerald, I finally admitted.

Beaming, she turned away from me,

Leisurely slipping out of the skirt.

In a black thong, she resettled on my lap.

Do you love me? I dared to inquire.

Tattooed back pressed to my front,

I temporarily buried my face in her neck.

Of course I love you, sugar.

Emerald's heavenly mouth spilled untruths.

If she loved me,

She wouldn't have declined,

My invitation for a date.

If she loved me,

I wouldn't have had to hide in the parking lot,

With a chloroform soaked cloth,

Waiting for her shift to end.

It's alright since I'm a patient individual.

Perhaps by another one-hundred dances,

Performed in the comfort of my basement,

My angel, my Emerald, will truly love me.