slow ride

(dedicated to my NARS power matte lip pigment.)

breakfast down the block, re-apply for fun

coffee twelve o’clock, hottie after lunch

dreaming of our yacht, water droplets run

only by the dock, sweat-drops from the sun

wrapped around his cock, chocolate, wine at dusk

almost out of stock, cupid’s bow: undone.

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