thinking of how
i might get screwed
never made me dress
less revealing;
revealing much about me.

and so this low-cut blouse
must mean you can get mean with me,
and speak in double entendres
and forked tongues.
these come-fuck-me-boots
scream louder
than even i do,
with your hand over my mouth in a room
in the back,
and a backhand across the teeth
will make me
hope i bleed

next month.

03/09/2012

Posted on 03/10/2012
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