Sunday, July 12, 2015

Walking Man

Summer clouds rolling in over the hills
Train whistles break the silent night
Boots strapped on tight.
Short Skirt, Black Stockings
Three Glasses of Bourbon Neat
Jr. Kimbrough flooding out the train
Meeting hands, Loose tank top,
Nooks and crannies, Tongue-tied.
Handful of Ass, Hand Wrapped
Around your neck. Tight.
Tugging hair, Nails digging deep.
Love me for just one night,
Or till this buzz wears off.









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