He fills the sack and wanders
hence his description 'round town.
The streets smell like silver
and we're spooning in the wake of apocalyptic
waves under a bridge who's strength has been
questioned for centuries.
Plunging his hand through
and up in her,
he felt all the way to her
small intestine which was
unusually not size proportionate to its name.

Raking the blow off her arms with
the razor she shot her doe eyes to me
and with the sweetest fuck-tastic groan
she stated:
"It feels better coming out!"

05/12/2009

Author's Note: Real title: The Glitter Bitch

Posted on 05/12/2009
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