Mona Spice

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She showed me her spice rack
As we cooked
Side by side, hip pressing at times
In her cramped Cajun kitchen
Below the braid of garlic
Beside the hanging basket of dusty
Herbs and dried peppers

We fought for/against the last shrimp
Red sauce stained her bare wooden table
She cursed as loudly as she laughed
I laughed as loud as my mouth allowed
Stinging but thirsting for more hot
So we smoked unfiltered in the dusty kitchen
Her menthol curled up her face like a curtain
She pierced it like a hazy sheet
She exhaled at my chest
She rung loose tobacco off her tongue with her lips

Mona's music is from the window
Beats and bass, chords with moans
A hundred neighbors tastes entered the room
Into ears and nostrils, morsels of twisting lives
So bitter but sweet twists that blend and sticking
Flavoring Mona on her bare back
Her lack of inhibition and ample marinade
Peppered hips pressed with her invitation

Her nipples sucked red
My nipples sucked red
Mona's legs slung over my shoulders
Holding her rear aloft in the middle of our lust
I spanked her particular with the back of two figures
Rapidly while a thumb strays south
Wanting to hear Mona swear again

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