The Last Tease
By Arley Owens
Ursula, my goddess; sultry queen of all my visions. The magnet drawing my steely passion, sole target of the flaming arrows of my lust.
In daylight my hands clutched at phantoms as her breasts eluded my grasp. Even in dreams she evaded, never allowing the press of my mouth.
With neither fortune nor fame favoring me, she scoffed when I offered my charms. But the obsession I possessed in abundance inspired my secret plan.
Though the cold blue lips don’t kiss back, and the pale throat never sighs, Ursula belongs to me now. With my knife, I made her mine.

