Julie

your fingers, like a spider on the vagina of the world,
tickling it
you still drip for me, after all this time
i can hear the sunshine,
hard as a rock,
"no one does IT in a place like this, at a time like this!"
the water trickles by,
voices coming from somewhere,
getting closer
we wont hear a thing
those baggy shorts so accommodating,
move the crotch to one side
the hungry face descends...