[untitled]A Poem by Mr. Deft DictionShe said my skin color was cause for concern. We're a sexed-up people, she spat. I laughed.... damn, baby, you're right about that. Mandingo needs a hit single, whatchu say about singin' the hook? Dropping boxer briefs, tripping over her speech. I....I.... haven't seen it like this? I asked. Playfully biting her fingernail, she stared. Delusional, she laughed. Are you going to put me on my back? Choking, I pulled her face away from my lap. Porno-stacked, Devil with a pitch-fork on her back. Blonde tresses, bed invaded by stripper dresses. Take hold of this.... and don't stop until you're finished.
Licking lips, slurping, slow-motion.... really, pretty controlling, eyes rolling backward, rolling further still. Move to rhythm and stereotype me, King of the Jungle going in for the kill.
© 2008 Mr. Deft DictionAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 19, 2008 AuthorMr. Deft DictionMorrisville, NCAbout“HI, BABY! HOW ARE YOU?” KAYLEE RAN FULL SPEED INTO A CROUCHED AUNT TABITHA, KICKING A LITTLE WIND OUT OF HER AMPLE FRAME. AUNT TABITHA IS MATTHEW’S STEP-SISTER, AFTER THEIR PARENTS.. more..Writing
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