LIZBETH SUCKS.

A GIRL DREAMS OF A BOY AT SCHOOL SHE LOVES IN 1961.

Lizbeth sucks

her finger

imagines

it belongs

to the boy

Benedict

with eyes closed

savouring

each flavour

part salty

vinegar

(having ate

fish and chips

earlier)

tomato

of ketchup

the red thrills

sucks deeper

whole mouthfuls

of finger

thinking on

that church pew

old dark wood

where they could

but didn't

have made love

she sucks slow

finger length

the painted

finger nail

salty still

each flavour

so distinct

even in

her chosen

warm darkness

of closed eyes

she passes

over both

her knuckles

warm wet skin

imagines

so hotly

between thighs

him within.