pretty girls poop too

Let’s do it the writer-ly way
Fuck me with words you want to say.
Simply put,
Be my antonym tonight
Make homonyms sound right
Deciphering and desiring
Just one more way to say,
Well, how else do you say,
Do me?
Mmmmm synonyms.

Fill me with adjectives
Harder, faster
Deeper, wetter
And slide in an adverb to seduce me
Slyly, slowly, lovingly.
More than a million noun positions
Matched with prepositions to
Get in me, on you, at we.
To verb me,
Pushing, thrusting, pulsing,
Vibing through my veins,
Lettering my brain.

Get me off.
Literally.
I need it all now,
A, E, I, O, U and,
Comma, (A breath; a slight pause)
Y.
Why?
To be clever, lover,
To go beyond my exterior.
To fuck my mind,
Know words make me high.

String together
One coherent sexual sentence
After another, another, another.
Keep them coming
And commit them to paper,
To flame my burner,
A bona fide page turner.
Rev me up again
With a lick of your ink,
Make me think
Theres more
To your prick-ly prose.

Its more tangible
Than a whisper,
And leaves a free hand
For reader’s pleasure,
Not knowing if you’re
Cumming or coming
Going or
Go
Ooo
Ooo
Ing.
To Capital
LeTTer
iN My
KaRmiC
CHaSM
CEntRE
Of PerFECT CONjuGATED
GRAMMAR AND BALANCE IN A
BODY of LANGUAGE LINGUISTICS COMMON TO
ME, YOU, HE, SHE, US, THEM, IN HEAVEN ON EARTH A BREATH
A BREATH
EXCLAMATION POINT
!!!

That.  Was.  Really.  Good.

Period.

*E

I loved you like fast food

Craved you so bad
At all hours of the night
You stayed open late
Waiting just for me, it seemed
Because you always knew I’d come

So I’d go, thinking I knew exactly what I wanted.
Had my order down pat, right?

“Hi, can I get a we’re-not-doing-this-anymore, a large salad with you-don’t-deserve-me dressing, and a small Diet Coke?”

But then I roll up,
To your busy drive-thru window
Wait my turn amongst other customers, other girls just like me
Drunk, and hungry

…and you suddenly smell so damn good.

Poof
My salad is out of the question
I hear myself ordering a you’re-still-sleeping-with-her? A large whatever-it-takes-to-be-with-you. A small ounce of everything-I-want-it-to-be.

I always regretted you
Instantly, like my stomach was a revolutionary

You always went straight to my thighs

The next morning
You find evidence
All over your car
Your kitchen table
Written all over my face

That I caved
Again
Ate you up so selflessly
Filling myself up with all the wrong kind of food

So I cut you out of my diet, Fast Food
I work on getting you out of my system everyday
You’re no good for me

No matter how hard you market yourself to be

S.