Apunanwu sits opposite the knife block drinking,
She breaks the Hennessey bottle, takes a shard and stabs into her arm
Coruscating blood flows out like a river
‘ Debare, you’re a fool,’ she says
Exhaling, inhaling, she puffs out furiously
Friday’s Kitchen was where they met
Gratified yet sipping a cup of Don Simon, she saw him, A hunk
Instinctively, he asked for her number
Jaded, she gave it to him
Kneading her nipples, he pounded into her
Moaning, she surrendered to his assault
No, that was a mild way of saying it
Oh, Debare was a sex god!
Pamela, their apple of discord
Queenly posture, red lips,
Seductress, an offspring of Aphrodite is
Taking her Debare away from her
Unawake, scratch that half awake, Debare walks in
Zap, a knife is thrown at Debare.
Fueled by rage, intended to cause harm.