"bait"


she's a fucking hot "mami"...
kooky, ditzy...
she stalks the empty bus...
back and forth...
from some thrall aside her seat
to the operator...
clothed in beige and black...
sunglasses extra dark obscured by
a curley shining pitch-colored mop...
she's got an idiot's grin and never stops grinning...
never stops talking...
gesturing like a coke-mouthed Hawaiian hula-
dancing cop directing traffic in a Paris intersection
on Armageddon Day...
her denim skirt digs a shallow equatorial trench in
smooth damp belly skin...
those calves, those ankles, those perfect brown feet
in platform shoes...
i want to rip those shoes off and suck her legs
like chicken bones, like hot cappuccino popsicles...
shining silver necklace with a cross bouncing between
chocolate heaving C-sized heaven...
i'd bite that crucifix like a fishing lure
to feel smooth jiggling flesh framing my
freshly shaven cheeks...
and a Betty Boop-and-two-handfuls-of-gravel-
trapped-together-in-a-clothes-dryer voice...
damn it, talk to ME!
then she waves her arms and flutters her fingers
like a demented magician...
glances at me - - and disappears


01/10/04 by atomictoiletbrush
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