Basta Per Stasera

   
Her tongue licked shamelessly along her lips    
as she crumpled his letters against her    
soiled crease; her palpable elation    
   
Her cheeky submission to his sordid whelms    
fluttered, and flipped, setting its teeth deep    
into that hungry inkwell of saucy, surging fun    
   
Her breath caught on the mystery of his passion    
as his crude mouth counted each tiny sensations, one by one    
She couched herself in the corner of lights dimmed low    
coming double-dipped in love's aftermath -    
his dearest one    
   
Did you touch yourself, for me, my cunny little, red-slit cunt    
while burning in passion's wildest grip?    
   
He desperately sniffed the tainted winds    
of her cross-stitched Eden    
Stirring high in the threshold of Dublin's soggy lips    
   
He sought seduction within each loose word she sent    
like a lonely drifter searching out, pain's older sister, ah    
   
Her devilish grin slips out slanted-returns of lust's poison    
decorating his dreams in cotton ruffles, triple    
layered in kinked farewells and seedy hellos    
   
Those snickering, wicked obsessions come too fast    
when nailed to the bridge of embolden passion gone south.    
Prep yourself with a little perfume doused and dabbed    
in heavy wafts of your fat bottom, my naughty obsession.    
   
Will you be my dirty, fanny whore, my rain soaked fuck bird    
disrobe for a filthy thrill, will you do that for me    
   
just for tonight...    
   
   
   
© 2016 blue angel    
Author's note: Inspired by James Joyce's love letters to Nora    
He was a dirty, dirty bastard...  
 
 
Model: Nora Holt, not affiliated with James Joyce