Thursday, June 10, 2010


her shapely legs were up in the air.
i noticed her ankle bracelet.
she was wonderful!
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...
everything worked.
we both got what we wanted...
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.

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