rated r

they see
these
lipsticked
strawberries
and

pine
for kisses.

my lips
are designed
for sins;
a pout for
things
to be placed
between.

these rocky
horror
reds
aid & abet
my bed-
beckoned
men
to beg.

okay,
kiss my
crimson twins.
a lustful
blood flood
banquet
begins
and he
forgets
where
his
nerve
ends.

my hinged
vermilions
undid him;
and
my lips
win
again

booze is sexy

two drinks
get
me pretty
shitty

faced.

and now
I feel
pretty-faced
and able
to join
the
beauty
rat race.

my legs
embrace
liquor
and lovingly
elope with
elevation;
I can stand
atop
sexy
skyscrapers

my shit
is thinner
after gin;
gone are
my double chins,
and I'm not
imagining
these
lascivious
hips;
they're
screaming
for sex.

rum
makes
my bum
sublime.
my cinnamon
swirls are
the envy of
all girls:
tight and
toned,
ready to be
boned,
these cheeks
pound pride
beneath my
clothes.

brandy
makes my
boobs
bountiful
and bouncy;
it breathes a
lusty blond
breeze
between my
tendrils.

but vodka.

vodka is the
best
of expectations.
vodka invites
invectives
and
elective
lost clothes.
vodka loves
my lips
begs my
vagina
to vie
for a dick.

and tomorrow,


vodka


forgets


?

you said fruit wasn't sexy

fresh fruit
ripens best
when caressed,
like your hands
between my breasts.

I am sweet,
too;
seduce me
like
fruit

like strawberries
in august,
my flesh begs
for your breath
upon it

my fig lips
lilt
sweetly
for your kiss;
they
are ripe
for
picking.

paw my
papaya
between your
palms
and
lick
the sexy
slick
pit

and notice
how black
centers
summon
nectar;
they
beckon
and

beg
to be

fed.

for him

she is
waiting

beneath
a roaring
sky
for the rain
to remind
her
that she's
alive.

her insides
howl
with dead leaves
dried;
she cowers
beneath
forests
of lies.

long live
her sickness
to cyclone
itself into
maddness.
she wants
to watch
colors die
and cry
liquid lies
to write
against
her skin.

she prays
for pain
and blooms
an anguish
she enjoys.

all this shit
all for a boy.

taller

I want to strut
stilettos
for him.

some
four-incher
tight pant
pinchers
slim limb
bimbo
bouncers
pronouncing

pouncers.

this
skyscraper
thigh shaker
shit
isn't for
beginners;
my limbs
long for sin.

I want
this
patent leather
prance
to permeate
his
pleasure centers.
Fascinate your
fantasies
with visions of
licorice long stems
and longing
and
foggy glass.

ogle these legs
up to my ass
and plan your
palm to pass a grasp

then grab.

then gasp.

wrap these
rocketship sex shoes
around you
and let's
blast to the

moon.

infestation

this
spider
looks like
chamomile
tea leaves.
it spindles
across her lips

and she lets
it.

she has a death
wish.
she washes
it
thick
in
deterrent
detergent.

Cheer.

and
spider
inside her
negotiates
escapes
beneath the
breath
she bates.

she prays.

she waits.

she lets
spider
sew
and hopes
its
circle
lets her

go

men have penises for brains

you

are too
easy,
mister
sleazy.

does this skin
get you off?
ooh,
yes.
how soft.

and this breast;
are you erect
yet,
erection set?

my ass
is begging
for your boner;
bring home the bacon,
baby.

are you longing for
my lips
to fondle
with your dick?
yum
slick.

what if
I touched myself
like this:
trace fingers
south
against my
hips?

would you
like
some of this?

I bet,
big boy.

If you're
good
I let you
play
with my
toys.