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By J. Fisher
the blue of
her eyes matched
her two-piece suit
which arched, taut
struggling to contain
the sweat acreage
of her cinnamon skin.
most likely it was
the high mix
of humidity and
sugar cane alcohol
that convinced me
the rivulets of
perspiration running astride
down her thighs
was a left-
over of fast
paced furious, carnivorous fucking
and, that the seam
of her puckered
bikini bottom would be
a swamp of
cum and lust.
I could fairly feel
the wet resistance, then
the sure surrender
that would meet
a resolved suitor there.
she caught my
stare and, with
one hand traced
a lazy swoop with
her fingers over
the sergeant nipples off
her tiny breasts.
her smile told me
I was completely correct
and that my kind
could sure wonder, yet
never know the
ratcheting pleasures she
stored down there.
10 years out of the game , J got wise and relocated to the lusciously appointed coast of Banderas Bay. Between cock fights, beer baths, and heat stroke, he’s been back at beating the keys like a man possessed. Formal publication resulted in 3 poetry collections, (Death Day Erection, Bulletin from the Low Light, and iii), and his pieces have been picked up from Balzac to Berlin in various online and print collections.