Fuck me...he says
adrenaline rush
between my thighs
crocked smile snaring
from side to side
on licking lips
a nervous habit often
misinterpreted as
seductive but not
a thirty second slide
show of my trashiest
content scrolls through
my head as I consider
my options exhaling
arrogant smoke rings
crushing out my
cigarette
"hey lover could you
fix me a drink...
I'm gonna do some
writing before dinner ok?"
ok maybe a couple of
minutes pass before
I pick up my pen and
confidently touch it to
my blank page
einie meini minie...
fuck me he says...HA
I guess he didn't know
who'd be doing his
deflowering
fucking the english language
out of him
unable to read by the time
I've had my say with him
another snared smile
licks my lips...knowing
and then I decide
enough for today
don't feel much like writing
anymore
too bad for him
could have been a hell of a write







You outdid yourself with such a clever and fun write.
Lane

Way to go Shelly, congrats on your trophy! 

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