The Waiter On Michigan Street
The water running.
I smelled your
Intestines and you
Blushed.
But you still
Licked my lips
Regardless.
Curls of your
Body hair,
Your Italian
Voice, entered
Me.
And I smiled.
On the stage you
Sang with ferverance
And I adored your
Stardom.
Right where I could
Stare at your
Package.
Enough to elevate
My sex.
And I am untied
Now, missing an
Ex-Lover.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2013
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