I found Benedict Smith when I came across A Haiku For Every Girl I’ve Ever Slept With. It was intimate, sexy, playful and honest and it inspired me. Then I checked out his website and kind of fell in love. This is not uncommon, I assure you.
His book of prose and poems, Dog Tired Eyes (which you can buy here), arrived yesterday and I’ve loved every page.
She was sad. Quiet.
He held her. She watched the cars pass out the window, a faraway look in her eyes. He wanted her back.
He brushed her hair out of her face, she looked up at him. “Baby,” he said softly. “Do you want some spanks?”
It seemed an absurd thing to ask at a time like this, but he knew just what to do. He trusted his instincts.
And just like that she was his.
She sighed when it stung, closed her eyes while the cracking sound echoed off of the walls.
Sometimes she needed it to hurt.