pounds
searing
scarlet
heart-throbs
into my
head,
pulses
nonstop
pumping
my veins
full of her
neon flash of
billboard sex,
a half-dressed
promise of
something
better than
second best,
boom
booming
throbs
robbing me
senseless,
enthralled
in a fog
of female
musk,
her web
a smoky
room
where she
looms this
hanging,
dangling,
gagging
buffoon
first published in BEHIND PRISON WALLS Chapbook
©2011 Bonnie Manion