Obsession

"The air was charged by the distant call of the night bird, his face was obscured but I knew he was looking at my chest. Each side stretching recently matured to different sizes. "Hansel come lay with me like the old women taught us when we were children", I said. He closed the door and leaned against it "you're not my wife Gretel" he said. "I'm more than your wife, I'm your sister" Hansel flinched and reached for the door handle. I knew he would not leave this place he would relent and choose to be inside me like he had many nights before. If not, I would flay his meaty forearm, roll it like a stick of licorice and insert the flesh between my legs. Hansel is my soul. Love only the branch of a willow tree could conjure. Brother, you will be inside of me tonight."