The Alliance

We met like ferrets pretending to be parrots
Nibbling on carrots.

It was obvious how she listened to me.

She allowed me to say whatever
it took to undress her from her stiletto'ed boots.

Her approach was psychological
Saying how she "loves Americans"

"What makes me look so American?"

She spoke her tongue like a snake in
jungle as she described my American
Look: backwards baseball cap,
Jeans, shades up and polo shirt.

She wore black which emphasized her
Cleavage making me void of leavage
Without her seepage in my mouth.

She knew we both needed it and let
Me parry her dismissals as if time
Had no relevance, I took her hand
And made my move.

In her stumbled steps she  kept up with
Me as we found the nearest abandoned
Alley.  Our tongues defined the anarchy
that ensued. I pacified her by biting her
neck while penetrating her cunt with my
finger like a mechanical man of all trades
with the precision of American perseverance.

She moaned with a Scouser whimper
As if she forgot the significance of fillibustering
in argument

As we breathed indifference to the horn honking
Traffic around the corner and knocked over bottles
from sewer rats scurrying from a garbage
can filled with maggot encapsulated leftovers.

We were a pathetic cacophonic mess
Her make up smeared like an overworked whore
The stench of garlic sweat from my armpits
and the wetness from between her knees

We had no shame and it was our chance
at our forgotten moment of fame.

I left her there, tits still hanging out.
She looked like I just beat up my little sister
Whiny and regretful yet stubbornly alert
and prepared to own me with insults.
I told her I loved her and she called me a liar
I embraced her one last time as I grabbed her
Ass and plummeted a second load inside of her.

She called me a mother fucker and I told her
to fuck off.

I walked away, staring at forgotten bottle of vodka
half empty and thought about the story of my life

When I got home, I cried because I knew she was
supposed to be the one I'd be with for the rest of my life.