navigation.

woke up
fucked up
time for another
come-up

another d r i p,
real face to
façade,
d r o p in the bucket.


fuck it.


nixed obligations,
stop; put on makeup,
slip into that
‘fuck me’ get-up,
show off


what you’re made of.


hyper senses, hush-hush,
gotta make a sucker blush.
swoop in—oops! pockets picked,
just
sip some gin, fit right back in.


[these clothes feel a little lived in.]


soft, soundless, sylvette shyness,
filching fingers, slip out; success
pilfered cash, turned cigarettes.

another night, another victim
fooled by foul-play and
the kleptic kitten.

drown me somewhere
in hazel abyss,


lapse in presence—


you are dreams and
lucid addiction,
rum bliss and a
daring misfit


my latest affliction—


you are
blurred lines of
trance transcendence and
an operose mind


opium love—


you remind me of
just what i’m missing

if a succubus could simper,
would it sit sour on her lips?
or would her smile slip wryly
to sardonic temper,
swaying hips, and
toxic figure?


well, no cloying grin
fits quite like 'come-hither' eyes,
milky thighs, or sinful nights.


no cloying grin fits quite like
a bit-lip paired with a little
gin and tonic.

no, her smile is hypnotic—
a necrotic narcotic,
breaking down
'dedicated' men
on a whim.


her smile is
confident and
erotic,
playing its part as
the devil's best weapon.

pop, lock,
jaw-dropper,
don't stop
[way to make that
body rock]

sway, swing
swig of vodka
thighs, lips
primadonna

cat's paw sucker
bows to
purloin princess,
drowning in her
frisky business

crush that sailor, vixen,
'gainst the rocks
door's closed,
better knock
him down
another notch

slip, dip,
swipe & kiss
do a line
[powdered b l i s s]

devil's hips,
angel's share
[guess she's
always open,
never there]

throwin' circles on some
'borrowed' dime
singin' bathroom blues
on snowy nights

info.

 

 

aika.

basics

◆ name: ██████ ████ ⸻ aika (哀歌)
◆ age (d.o.b.): 24 (may 15th)
◆ Preference: F/M, F/*
◆ occupation: aspiring artist / part-time barista
◆ height: 158cm
◆ hair: black, long
◆ eyes: blue

◆ VICES:
    + the usuals (naps, poetry, cats)
    + sweets
    + coffee
    + cigarettes
    + anything that'll take the edge off of a hard day

 

additional info

◆ Rents the small flat just above the coffee shop where she works. The place doubles as her "studio."

◆ Since she has yet to make her big break with her artwork, Aika supplements her income through various underhanded means. Watch your pockets and your wits.

◆ Prefers oil paints, but works with several different mediums. Her works are generally too controversial to ever sell well.

◆ TIT FOR TAT: Deals in favors. (easily won over by all vices.)


( THINGS ARE NOT AS THEY SEEM. You should quit while you’re ahead. )
 

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