The times that followed can be described as a stalemate--like a plane in a holding pattern not given clearance to land.
I had introduced her to the pinnacles of her urges. I wanted to sculpt her to explore it further. I knew the warning from Queen but the challenge of my love remained my motivation, and I would not be deterred.
After the encounter, Queen made a point not to stay away for extremely long periods of time. She could tell by the change in my love's vitals when I had come. I kept cutting it too close, so she didn't have time to simmer down before Queen arrived.
One night, I noticed that Queen had been gone a bit longer than usual. I opted to be bold and attempt another B & E (Breaking and Entering).
I scanned the area. Looked clear.
Drew my blade and poked. All clear.
My mind screaming, "Girl, this is way too easy--something is up..."
But all I could hear was my lust.
The lights were dim already. This slightly threw me off; normally she would still be up reading, dozing with book in hand.
But I was so enthralled with the ease of entry, I did not take as much heed to the pattern change as I should have. I kneeled and reached out to caress her ear...
"Something's not right..." my mind still saying.
And then I feel the temperature of the cartilege shift.
Fuck, it's a trap...
As Queen reached for me, I morphed into vapor and vanished towards my usual hiding spot, only to find it had been vandalized. While I had been scoping her, Queen had been investigating.
As I stewed in anger, I remembered Queen's words.
"Don't make me hunt you..."
I screamed.
Down below, a slow smile spread across Queen's face.
