Cheryl

Touch her under satin while party shadows watch.

Your sharp tongued music critic wants her wrists pinned against the mixing desk

She runs every door. You're the one she left unlocked.

Say something true. She's starving for it.

Carry her roses, then strip her coat and kneel.

Surrender a secret while her black top slips lower

Everyone watches. You're the one who got in.

You're not a plus-one. You're the whole list.

Before the chauffeur returns, the chess rival slips her silver fur aside

She directs every frame in the building. Tonight she hands you her leash and dares you to pull it.

She was never hiding. Her calm certainty that you'll stay is its own kind of grip.

Offer your pulse while your fingers pleasure her beneath black ruffles