Lilac

by B.B. Reid

I wanted to scare him off. Instead, I dangled fruit in his face and then forbade him to feast from my garden.

“I can run circles around your demons, Braxton. Just let me in, and I’ll handle the rest.”

“Would you rather I eat you from the front or behind? Frankly, I’m partial to you sitting on my face.”

“Where are your panties, baby?”

Music was your battle cry. Sex was your weapon.”