She twitches her ears
and takes time to carefully groom
shabby whiskers that have seen far more
than their share of the crowded
tight places in this world…
I yawn and scratch down
the length of my right arm
while
flicking ashes three feet
to nowhere
She wants her bowl
of imitation off brand breakfast
and I just want to watch her chase the striped tail
around all those things we think
but never dare talk about
------------------------------------------
she squeezes
twists rather
the lemon in her hands
letting the juice
run from her fingers
and fall to rest on her thighs
glistening
like a bitter version of her warm
and carefully calculated love
i clack my tongue
roll the eyes and sigh
while tapping my foot on the floor.
“what?”
she snorts
tossing the lemon aside and spreading her legs
slightly
to give me a better view.
“do you know a better way to pass the time?”
“n..no.” i answer
slowly
too busy making friends
with the finer parts of her to really care.
suddenly
i'm quite content
to stare at my best friend
who is wearing
nothing more than
her dead grandmother’s formal
red dress
with lemon seeds on the side.
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I have the urge
to dress up in heels
and caress every single
inch
of your being with my tongue
for the sole purpose of
hearing you call out
moan
and cry my name
because secretly
I like being your
cross-dressing toy
of sexual
affection |
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