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Click hereAlready geared up
for subway struggle
and nine hours
of desktop draught,
halfway out the door.
'bcoz I gotta, u know'
Soft socked steps
and a wordless growl
of morning horny
disappointment,
magnetic current
tugging my gaze back.
Behind fake Ray-Bans
'2 bux @ the gas station'
and absence of make-up,
just as much a mask
as the full set
of face paint,
she poses
as if
she doesn't
and stares down
from up the stairs
with 8 in the morning
'anything goes' hair
in a weary web
of 'I can't care'.
Leans out leisurely,
straining the form
of what was
all mine
yesterday
against an XL
'built by beer'
t-shirt.
If beer did that
I'll build
a bloody altar.
Because cotton slides
against '2 good 2 b'
tanned thighs,
she leans some more
and bites the lower lip
of a sultry smile.
Then raise her
cheap black visor
in invite...
I drop it all
and take the steps
two by two.
I might be weak
but what the hell,
wouldn't you?
I love it! The little symbols played well, and YES I WOULD!
The wife and myself aren't that far departed from your
poem.
you paint a very erotic picture
of an early morning lust..
my favorite line;
if beer built that, I'll build a bloody altar
cool, yeah, really cool :)