Shipwreck

29 Oct

‘You stink of me!’ you exclaimed
As I slid up your sweat soaked torso
to
Kiss your mouth
‘You taste of me!’
Underneath me your whole body shaking
You couldn’t speak
Just laugh
The flesh of your inner thighs
Involuntarily and uncontrollably vibrating
You couldn’t even light a cigarette
I could
Just about…
And then we sank to the bottom
A shipwreck
In a whiskey bottle
On somebody’s desk
Somewhere
Destroyed by friendly fire.

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