stay
she’s pussy juice
slick against leather,
mashed against your thigh greedy.
a plant so desperate for sun she strains.
I burrow fingers
inside her.
find a place
to call home.
the curve of smile rising
in lowered eyes.
clench fists in sleep.
grind teeth to sand every night.
ink sprawls
across canvas of her back.
kisses crackling up tattooed spine.
muscles,
thick and coiled
to squeeze you, boa-like.
she’s boy’s briefs underwear
hiding her girl.
chocolate bar binges at 4 a.m.,
head in your lap.
sweet simmering on tongues.
she’s the break
of pool balls spattering
across the table unpredictable.
she’s mapless,
a road trip
you don’t have gas money for.
but you juggle
to ensure you have enough
for the long, enticing haul.
a bra-snapping troublemaker.
she’s back talk
craving
to be put
in her place.
she’s impulse
breathing fire,
molten motorcycle buzz
roaring between your legs.
she’s white teeth sharp.
she is a six-pack drunk easy
on the beach,
on an overcast afternoon
you don’t want to leave,
although you should have
better things to do
then stay.

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