when she goes down
its like a snake swallowing
a sailor's knot
and her velvet mouth
tips over you like
melted butter
sautéed mushrooms,
fries, some black
pepper with
a creamy and
delicious chicken
is what you hunger
for
what you crave
as you flash
through the
drive-in,
choke down a
big-mac,
inside,
your heart
clogs up
skips
just a little
with each
plasticky
cheesy
bite.
she tastes like
carp.
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