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thai place

Something rude to the sun today,  
something sadistic in July -  
slapped another shade on my shoulders.
 
I still feel those eyes on me
from across the table,  
across my empty plate,
fire in my mouth from Thai chiles
and from owning him in that moment
Auburn eyes blank and hungry,
his conscience locked up in a basement somewhere
entertaining itself.  
I gave him a chance to wake up;
he just rolled over.
 
Fine.  
To the women's restroom
to taste my waiter;
 
to my knees  
and to a perfectly deep mouthful,
the sounds of the rest of the restaurant
busy with their own - plates steaming, not even dreaming
 
that I'd have him, a lovely someone
on my tongue-tip -
complementing the pad woon sen.
So many flavors at once.
Desperation goes with anything.
 
especially
eyes snapped together
 
he groaned, satisfied
 
and the order-up bell  
did its dinging outside.  
rowantree
Written by rowantree (Rowan E.)
Published | Edited 5th Nov 2019
Author's Note
old one from the summer!
true story 😈
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