The ticking time-bomb type is infinitely more attractive
than the girl next door.
I prefer the taste of cheap tequila and No. 27s
on other girls’ lips.
There are sylphs and there are more modern nymphs-
those that thrive on neon and glitz.
Black lace, dark eyes, losing shoes and stroking thighs-
I think I’ve found a new addiction,
a Warhol, M.D. prescription.
Copyright © Ashley Poort | Year Posted 2011
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