I'd lick the floor of a subway train
for a night in that type of heat
Slicing her feet off at the ankles
and inserting her stubs between other womens legs

We are the plain dutch
The tummy-tucked fuckable

Tongue dwell there till it turned red
and I took another peak at her eyelids
Dead for hours I think I finally lost my lunch

Imitating all this
the floor was covered in jam
Grape Red and Raspberry Twist
among the bunch
Smiling
Grinning
Slobbering
I just lapped it up

Staring up at her swinging from the top of the train car we rode in
I cut her down and quit the acting

06/01/2008

Posted on 06/01/2008
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