nguyen1021

little pig does poetry
2003-09-04 09:52:21 (UTC)

Ginny

Liquor pours on breasts
like gravy on biscuits,
and my tongue scoops it
as an eager spoon.

the candles surround us,
flickering on occasion
[when wind seeps through windows]

Our queen-sized paradise,
now soaked in sweat
and slightly intoxicated,
came to us for
350 (a night),

but the icing in your mouth,
like creamer in coffee cup,
puts all costs aside---
out the [windows].
Even the 10.99 bottle of liquor.




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