His relation to magic
unsettled her reasoning like clumped / moistened
Stole coochie hairs from her bath towel
and put a root on her
His tongue was like a palm leaf…
covered her back with his intentions in one lick
her nipples were like cotton candy and licorice
every time he’d push them together to satisfy his sweet tooth
she’d deliriously promise to join the circus.
He went down like Hennessey,
straight lined and strong
He looked her in the eye like daybreak
she flipped her
body like a pancake
Here’s to dinner and breakfast.
as he scratched thunder
up the backs of her thighs.
From the book, “Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips”. Get your copy at http://www.outskirtspress.com/webPage/isbn/9781432726973