He
swiveled on the bar stool,
Trapping my thigh between his two
Hard thighs, leaned his face
Close to mine and said, “Let’s blow
This place. Come on. I know
Where we can go.” — And suddenly you
Had me in your arms again, the night you lay
Trapping my thigh between his two
Hard thighs, leaned his face
Close to mine and said, “Let’s blow
This place. Come on. I know
Where we can go.” — And suddenly you
Had me in your arms again, the night you lay
Heavily on me, whispering, “Piero. Piero,”
And
I came.
These things inhabit us—fish in the sea,
Wounding
the water, thinking themselves free.
Romantic.
ReplyDeleteVisually dark lush and draws one into their lust
ReplyDeleteThanks, man!
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