par amour

she was just a girl

when they took her

her parents’ own small world

looming before her

as she was forcefully

made to experience treachery

but was it?

adolescence

a doll as her only company

zahia wasn’t like any

other

they’d share a bed

bread

secrets in the sweet arousal

of the morning hour

they’d take a shower

savouring each drop of cold water

her breathing growing hotter

as zahia’s mouth molded

into her folds

magic was one way to describe

the extent of her high

but was she enough?

she started to watch her closely

jameela ma’am

her clandestine meetings

and profane greetings

her supple finger 

dancing on the gun’s trigger

as she would skilfully eliminate

anyone who deigned

to disappoint her

she would not be disappointed

but how would she be?

they set an appointment

under the moonshine

she tried

to the best of her abilities

(ignoring the slightly disgusting subtleties)

to impress her mistress

with her hands fingers face

until 

one wrong move

one mis-placed finger

was soon misplaced

jameela ma’am 

without hesitation

whipped out her weapon

she would show her what disappointment meant

she cowered with fear

jameela ma’am did not hear 

her plea

she would soon see

but she knew

that her mistress wouldn’t do

that to her

would she?

her ears rang and her eyes rolled and her teeth clanged.