lifting
weights
henry
rollins screaming, “liar!”
on
the couch is my desire
watching
me
waiting
for me to stop
she
peels off her top
distraction
begins the extraction
overcome
by the attraction
my
sweat stings our kiss
my
hands touch her bliss
i’ve
left the weights
for
a cardio workout
*
we
wake with a witness
the
cat refusing to cuddle
with
unclothed bodies
glares
the
half empty beer by the bed
is
two days old
i
begin to drain it slow
jenny
reminds me that there
is
a cigarette butt in it
and
when i don’t stop
she
states,
“i
married an idiot”
she
glides to the fridge
opens
a cold one
takes
a sip
as
she comes back to bed
“where’s
mine?” i protest
she
grabs the bottle of whiskey
on
her bed stand
takes
a swig
kisses
me
and
lets the contents
flow
into my mouth
i
swallow
shake
my head with a smile
she
pours a little
in
her belly button
“there’s
another shot”
no
sooner do i drink
then
she douses her place
between
her thighs
and
says nothing
and
while i’m down there
she
continues to let
the
whiskey flow
from
the bottle
she
cums
and
i come up pretty drunk
i
go to get a couple of beers
jenny
turns on music
low
and slow
meets
me in the middle
and
we begin to slow dance
sipping
beer
with
our naked flesh
pressed
and swaying
“i
love you”
she
whispers in my ear
i
melt
hug
her hard
then
unclench her fragile form
she
slaps my backside and chides,
“you
are suppose to say
i
love you too”
i
move my arms between her legs
and
lift her onto my erection
“this
will do” she growls
as
her claws tear my back
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