Dragging along
The cold concrete
In these silent little suburban pit holes
Riddled with pitfalls
Gauging herself against the light
Casting shadows
From her amber eyes
The trickle trickle trickle of the sewer gutter
She watches herself in the rain
Purely situational
She has cocaine white nails
Soft butter skin
Trailing all over her thighs
A story told like valleys
Split in the earths crust
Her naked vortex
Decimate the coinciding faces
Leaving you feeling
Like a chain reaction car crash
Swerving down the free-way
Sexually explicit, overly private
She gravitates to image
Her fame a dying candle
That we are not sure ever got lit
Yet just was
And is, for now
Her T.K.O. kisses
From those brandy lips
Which I have sipped in moderation
And drank to excess
all the same
She is purely situational
Sexually explicit
Over all private
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