I flung my whip
aside and sprang
with spreadable fruit,
aroma-- sweetened only with
juice concentrates
One hand grabbed yours, pinned
against the door.
For best results
I removed the cap and held the
applicator close, turning all the knobs I
knew.
Unzipped your jeans and tugged
down along your knees needled fan.
Pressed the tip firmly
and moved across the food surface. Punctured
shoved sprouts under pressure of a sensitive
funny bone.
Rumples exposed to excessive heat browned the bundled athletics
of your heat lamp. Your hips gabbed with one violent
thrust and sustained even the cement's swell
that burned each remark in the carpet,
socking jaw