Do I scare you?

Do I scare you with my red lips? I pout, giving you that secret smile. My eyes fix on yours just that split second too long, long enough to break you. You know I want you and before you can stop yourself, you’ve gone. Your breath in my hair, a hand on my waist. I look up and our foreheads touch before I pull your mouth towards mine. Kissing you slowly at first, moving in, my hands caress your neck. You clutch my body; helpless, taking it, dropping your guard, losing yourself. Do I scare you? I whisper again. You play along with a yes in response. It excites me that you’re game. The cat has her mouse, bravo! And so I sink my teeth in behind your ear. Deep, rich, satisfying. You succumb. I devour. You don’t make a peep. Oh, that handsome glassy stare. A waste really. Before we part ways in the darkness, I check again – Do I really scare you with my red lips? You don’t reply. I button up my coat and laugh all the way home.