The woman reaks of bitch.

She's licking the window,

sniffing and snorting; cavorting.

Stretched neck, cocked jaw.

Popping her rhyme; reason no more.

Cut the cord. Guilt trip. Fat lip.

Verbal rumble eruption. Lover prevails.

Put your tail between your legs.

The glorified son remains devoted...

to the sex between mine.

09/06/2008

Author's Note: Evil blend of myself and poetess Kerry Alberico.

Posted on 09/07/2008
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