Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Poem 19: Whiskey Obsession

Whiskey Obsession


It begins with the garter, a flutter against his right cheek.

I have to imagine,

The girl is honey toned and heavy.

The light goes right through her.

She tastes on his tongue like the laughter of centuries of wicked, aimless women.

There’s a revenge for this.

A sting.

He pats her on her tight ass.

One more. Just one more.

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