“Skip to my lou, my darling” tracing the burn on my flesh
like a lover’s caress the Zippo clicked twice a lullaby
drawn to the flame like a wobbly thread casting long
shadows of the night’s thighs tapping a rhythm against
the floorboards, humming along, you can’t kill what
won’t stay dead to something inevitable she chuckled wet
and phlegmy between drags and sips of lukewarm coffee
from a chipped mug, the kind with the faded sheep dog
that says “hang in there baby” in peeling letters
Rated for Teens(13+)
Categories:
EroticaSkip to my lou
Bookmark
Copyright @ All rights reserved







