In pseudo light baked for lovely lies
the heaving dirt seems fresher
when the back is turned
to really talk about grabbing ass
out of context try leaving a tip
bigger than the prize here we go
the table set low to waist
the moment of facing up is when
the costume is revealed competition
means who has the fastest come job
don’t you play those games like
sex olympics where you try to make
the other come first I always win or
try to you she asks green eyes concealing
a curve behind vanity the perfect bottom
is one that leaves room for improvement
mine a few inches at a time if three minutes
were a bomb I’d be Lucifer with a sundial
what is it I’m looking for in an empty room
for a rise to happen without encouragement
without expectation the doctor plays the infidel
suggesting two glasses of water where one
would kill look he says you have no trouble
with solids just let the daily whizz replay
letting my hands loose is what started this
what would you do to me she says bend
me over and I tune in to a debate between
time zone and equanimity did I have your
fee wrong is that why you think I was so
generous the light dimmed below a whisper
still no luck with a stroke when it won’t
win I hate to lose she says immediately turning
rear to front in the hopes of some sort of
jobless surrender take it she seems to say
take what you see as a way to complete your
goals even if they don’t jive with mine but skin
on skin has always left a scar even without a lick
having tea with you when I thought you ordered
coffee that wasn’t a strong enough ending
even happy do you want one now we all know
where this come from and where this
wants some or none now the invention
of tongue over talk seems efficiently foregone
let the time on this session run out so we
can both get back to small talk centered
on soul talk sinned by the realm rimmed
in thickest observation I get no complaints
she hears holding south what sweet does
to sweat tell me something soft ok where you
close by climbing onto the table
