The Art of Role Play (Fibonacci)

Her.
Hair.
She flipped.
Flirty-faced
she straddled him a
promise to be virgin and whore.
Every one of his fantasies be born from her bones.
A long Rubix cube joyride of a character worth
hers and his hand inside her skirt.
He and she become more
than what-if’s,
wonders.
Weave
tales.

(c) 2013
Vivien Marie Lopez Jorillo

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2 thoughts on “The Art of Role Play (Fibonacci)

    1. Thanks! I was trying to convey the idea of both of them being in the process of becoming more (not just in that situation but in the future tense as well) than their usual selves (even if only one of them is role-playing), but I got stuck with that line for the sake of keeping the syllables intact. More work, I guess. >.<

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