STEATOPYGIA

STEATOPYGIA

Susanna

God damn that ass was calling me
Yelling, whispering
Taunting
Flaunting its nooks and crannies
Mocking the shriveled fannies
Yelling “Get your mind off those grannies and”
Put it on this
You little brown noser
Come and give us a kiss
Just a little closer
That’s right
 Give us a sniff
Stick out your tongue
Give our rectum a lick
Down on your knees now
Why don’t you pull out your dick?
Eyes on our thighs now
We know they are thick
And showcasing cellulite
Oh that’s the kind you like?
Our maiden name was May but you can call us December
Be a lion
Pounce on this winter
Stir the pussy up
Make us remember
This encounter
Take us on the Formica counter
Pause
I had to wipe my face, mentally reposition
Recall that my mission was not diurnal emission
In this brick house matron
Smiled a touch maniacally and left the coffee corner
Thinking about baseball on the way to find my patron