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Click herea darkly lit
sniggering table away from the
door’s light on this bourbon street
bar
dvoo dvoo dvoo
black speakers vibrating
on the wall mixing the
drinks dancing in your head
been doin’ this for 18 years
she says
her blue eyes
blond hair
defining a striking face
overcoming the wrinkles
hands smoothing wisps over breasts
fingers bumping on her nipples
you taking another swallow
of wine her sweet breath
leaning forward close
do i make you nervous
if you weren’t you would laugh
at sincerity’s absurdity
a bare knee rubbing your knee
fleshly pink firm breasts exposed
pointing the question
do i make you nervous
fuck yeah
lust paid or not
so hot
you can barely breathe
do i make you nervous
she sweats like one hot bitch
entire body pouting and oozing
wet from everywhere
all smelling
vinyl seat sex in a chevy july
judgment fogged by fingers tracing
your crotch’s changing outline beneath
summer weight cotton until fingers
grab and squeeze and sweet breath comes
again to your face asking
do I make you hot
and you can’t tell a lie
not when your body’s talking truth
yes you are hot
but she knows you are
which is why her face nuzzles you
where your neck meets shoulders
the spot where god said
make him weak there too
and because you must
and because you have no choice
because new orleans or louisiana
or the united states is not
big enough for this step you stand up
but before you leave she grabs your
hand and shoves it between her legs
where her cock rests pulled
back tight against her body
on the step out the door and outside
you swallow the warm swollen air
trembling to your heart as you wonder
who was who and why