she makes me nervous,
and I'm not the itchy type
archetype;
but the way she eyes me
from her perch
on her deck,
makes me feel like
I am on her menu;
dammit, what a meal
I would make,
to maintain her girth;
then again,
maybe she doesn't want
to barbeque me,
maybe she just wants
to screw me;
even worse:
I'll take the fire.

June 29, 2010.

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