Easy on the ice, she said
I am in love with her cherry
Red head.
Bestial knobs of horns
And her pert pale chest.
Make it to go, I say
With extra whipped cream
Please.
I fondle her beads with my eyes.
Pay me some more attention
Before I give you his money
And go.
I sit with a thorny bush.
One violet rose for company.
Girlfriends laughingly embrace
As I write
My words flowing with a sweet
Stinging moisture that permeates.