In Hot Water

May 15, 2012
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You look at me, then flash
A leer, and dabble your fingers
Through that auburn smear
Yes, I remember virtue,
When it wasn’t in your mouth.

Now knee-deep in the lukewarm sludge
You settle in my throat
And criminalize all my doubts
The voyeur has the verdict,
And he can’t resist your smile.





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