walking pretty in ankle weeds

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what sounds are sexy?
the low end of my zipper, a YKK not Scoville.

Check your zipper,
take a look-
is it steel, copper, brass or
plastic?
take a lick
sharpen your long and growing,
glowing magnetic stick

The readings often grow wrong because
the length is easily transferred to girth
very low, stretching sounds near bursting

Pay no attention-
The walls are pancake thin
and we enjoy sex in our socks
off the cold floor, on edge of beds
and leaning on sun girdled walls
warming each a side of our most pressed

you in your
short short
sleeved black skirt
reaching behind me
with intent to probe
or, was it tickle?
what did we laugh about? that email
about me, this man bending and you,
the woman leaning with shifty intent.

with stubby, smiling, oriental product
labeled and shipped from that district-
San Francisco, CA,
welcome frisk-O-freak-treat

and so you become the woman
who creates smoke through friction
with me-
you manage to make both sticks flame

then love, the tip of sentences
the others,
the request to shove two dates
into her mouth
just for fun

her lovers choice

he selects the blonde and the blonde's cousin,
Alan, the weatherman, with the berserk flower garden

riddled with smutty corn
a delicacy

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