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