by Steven Gulvezan
(10/27/10)

Oona could pop a cherry
out of her pussy
and into my mouth --
"Do it again, please, once more,"
I said.
"You're using me," Oona said,
closing her legs.
"I love you, baby," I said.
"You just love -- the cherries," Oona said.
"It's more than that."
"No."
"Do it once more, and I'll give you...
something very special," I said.
"What are you going to give me?"
I showed her.
"I don't want that," Oona said. "I've
had too much of that already."
"Okay," I said, "Oona, how about
I give you a ring?"
"A ring?" Oona said suspiciously.
I reached for my pants and dug in the
pocket and pulled out the ring (I always
carry it in case of a crisis).
"A real diamond, Oona. Put this on your
finger. Just like we're married."
"Ooh, baby," Oona said.
"And now, one more cherry," I smiled,
Parting her legs and kissing her sweetly
between.

The Meat in the Pants

This is when I worked as a social worker --
It was a breeze --
We met at 8 a.m. at the office,
Then made our visits,
Completed the paperwork,
And met back at the office at 4 p.m. to wrap up --
Sweltering summer day,
I was sweating,
She let me in,
Gave me lemonade,
Six or seven kids running and howling,
Some of them naked --
She was dressed in panties and bra,
Her flesh hanging all over quite freely --
Like a barrier I held my clipboard
Before me...
"This won't take long," I hoped.
"Your husband, deceased, non-supporting,
Missing...?"
"Son-of-a-bitch left me for a whore."
"Fine."
"Fine? If I see him I'll kill him."
The thing was, I couldn't help noticing
The thing in the crotch of her underpants.
It looked like the biggest penis in the
World.
She saw me looking.
She pulled it out of her underpants.
"Steak," she said.
"This is the way I marinate it
For dinner."

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