
by Jolie Blond
07/24/04
She spies me
from across the dark, glittering
pool of her desires
and glides towards me
like smooth whiskey
and cool jazz
and I want to flee
but cannot move . . .
caught, already
in the sticky web
of her hungry, carnivorous
gaze,
and she's on me,
her long, cylindrical fingers
wrapped around the back of my neck,
holding my head
like a ripe melon,
cooing
"You're rare."
And she pauses for effect,
pulling her lips back
from Hollywood bright
vampire teeth,
brushing strategic parts of her body
against mine,
doing her spider-and-the-fly dance,
salivating over her trembling collation,
explaining,
in whispered reverie,
"And I like my meat . . .
rare."
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Pop goes the weasel.
ReplyDeleteAnd that's a great tune. Haven't heard it in a long time.
ReplyDeleteMy weasel got popped alright. By the way, this is the same succubus I fed my dumpster find (a woman) to in my tale "The Dumpster Gods Must Be Crazy" which is in this blog somewhere.
ReplyDeleteYeah, the music. It wasn't all punk and heavy metal back then.