Quickie In The City

After the club looking for love... some find a quickie in the backseat

Quickie in the City

Sweaty makeup
Tight fitted seams
The smell of no future lingers
Harmonizing under streetlights the smell of gasoline on nostrils lining
Sparks of a cigarette
A brush from the wind
Voices travel; soft new beauty double-penetrated so, x-rated
She will do it repeatedly
Those holes have no soul, wide deep and out of control
It ain't nothing but flesh and its mean!
Small moment under a public bathroom sink
Cannot seem to get clean
Smacking gum, rolling eyes, and spraying stolen perfume between her thighs
Just another quickie in the city

� J.L. Davenport 2007 �Odalisque�, coming soon.