THE SANDWICH

her shapely legs were up in the air.
i noticed her ankle bracelet.
she was wonderful!
blonde,
full of heat,
black bra,
full red lips,
a sex machine.
i watched her ass,
as we climbed the stairs,
up to her room.
we were both drunk...
passionate.
everything worked.
we both got what we wanted...
release...orgasms.
she made me a sandwich,
on moldy bread.
i didn't eat it.
she asked...why?
i told her, i was going to be sick.
she said to me, "get the fuck out of here!"
i never saw her again.
i should have eaten the sandwich.