Tongue Carousel

In a gauzy night dress, crawling on her stomach like a worm
Through the diaphanous sheath, her gaping vagina
and sexual intimidation
Glossy and fleshy through the sheet,
it salivates a mound of mucous onto itself
Her clitoris like a shiny marble.
Old men pinch her knee and size up her ribcage
using sections of index finger buried into her skin
This is what makes men weak in the knees:
Bullets through brains and training bras.
When flouncy pastel prairie skirts direct eyes upward
and naivety is feigned with vulgarity.