Fuzzy Navel
Cory's Chronicles
The Beer Bottle Prophesies
she brings me
her drink
to
try
the sweet
tasting
peach
wet
with her
interest
for me
she leans
in
as i tongue
the ice
with a silent
tee
upon the roof
of her
mouth
her lips
parted
my hand
sliding
behind her
as i invade
with my
instrument
and
the soft
rythmic
tapping
da
da
da
annunciating
each note
artfully
articulated
as i progress
to cross-beat
tonguing
leaving her
breathless
on her
once
dull
night...
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