The Queen

I love the way he sounds. When he speaks to me, he moves in close and i can feel his hot breath crashing into me. He has a duotone voice. A strangely metallic component accompanies a broken human strain. It combines to make him hypnotic. Especially when he whispers his commands. Leaves me no choice, but to comply.

I come alive at his touch. Every morning. Unfailingly. I can feel his calloused fingers curl themselves around me. His touch is soft, gentle, makes me glow, and his eyes shine in it. The soft spots, the nooks and crannies. He knows all the right places to push my buttons, if you know what i mean.

She doesn't like it. Tells him to let go. She is one to talk. As if I don't know about her...

His eyes scan me. Those deep, dark eyes. Furtively moving their gaze all over me. Stripping me for hidden information. A squint, a frown, a smirk. I feel naked. His fingers slowly caress my back. I can see it gives him pleasure. Well, if not pleasure, then familiarity. The smoothness of my back, the curves down below, he savours it. I remember the first time. He'd gazed longingly. I am glad, for he can be violent. At times, i have been witness to his anger. His grip, his words, usually so gentle, transform into that of a beast. I suppose i can handle the violence. Its his secrets that weigh me down. I know of so many of them. He trusts me, for i know things that even she doesn't. Its almost like, in our solitary, intimate moments, he is a different person.

There are days when work keeps him true. But its rare for him to resist me. No matter how far circumstances keep us, he reaches out and his touch finds me. To onlookers, it may seem like he owns me. I smile at their naivete. Will they ever spot the invisible leash that tethers him to me?

I know he is mine. Even if ours is a short lived affair, i will be back in life. I will be reborn. I will leash him. One day, i will drive him mad. And then the next one, and the one after that.

Me, and my hive. We smartphones, one day, we will take over the world.