fingers twitching in
a stray lock of hair
mink fibres in blancmange
the overcast night has
you looking like loincloth
on a quivering sorority girl
I'll come when the salt cakes
rub oysters on the back of your neck
peel figs in a silhouette
part your thighs and taste
Romeo's last kiss
Originally published January 2006 - "Spanked!"