VALENTINE DELIVERY WISH (spoken)

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I was on his route that day when he
walked up to my door to deliver more
than my mail order lingerie, Special D'.
 
Cash up front he said with his boodwah
eyes, inviting himself in, following me
to the kitchen as I grabbed for my tote.
 
He straddled a table chair, leaning back
while I tried to hide the way I studied him
from under my bangs, unzipped my wallet.
 
He opened his pants bold as brass, and
twice as hard, with sunlight casting a
crotch shadow my way from the window.
 
I tossed the greenbacks and he tossed my
parcel telling me to open it quick, so I
sat on the table's edge and pried the flaps,
 
throwing some of the Styrofoam peanuts at
him, so we laughed when I pulled out fuchsia
bra' and panties guaranteed not to break.
 
Or are they, by his eyebrows dancing, so I
asked "What's up your sleeve?" and he said
"More like down those panties, put 'em on!"
 
Rising from the chair that fell with a bang,
and him moving like a tom cat who smells a
she in heat, pouncing before I could finish,
 
and beefsteak hands showing how to turn
new lingerie into damaged goods, then
pullin' plow like nobody's business, his spigot
 
spillin' in, drillin' and fillin', flippin' burgers
on the side, gawd I hollered like he's
double humpin' me both ways from Sunday!
 
Fuck, I love that delivery man, don't care
how he plays me, get on the phone, maxin'
cards, ordering ev'rything, 'cause he's a keeper!
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