hooked

2015-02-03 20:51

From blog My Kingdom for a Hat

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hooked

My second burlesque festival costume, plus an original poem (which was also published in Vogoff last fall) She watches men fall apart in her hands and her sex puts them back together but only for a moment: only until the bucks and moans have shaken them loose again. She rocks them to sleep with hands like lace that might as well be steel and fondles her dirty pearls when they drop off, waiting to hear them beg. “Don’t leave, don’t leave”; their murmurs set the cadence of the night, control straight to her lacy hands, and she smiles: Forever is her favorite word....

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