by Milos Jacques
(03/09/11)

It was all the talk between them
that made her come the distance
between them, miles, south. Southeast.
Two hours from Canberra.

It was all talk.
"Enough talk," she said.
The constant talk of eating pussy
had gone to their heads.

She drove like the wind.
A November night into
Edgewater's north end.
She drove like the wind
Into the cool as much to temper
the pool of fire between her legs.
Her cunt full of hunger.

It grows as she goes along.
Unfamiliar roads. South. Southeast.
Black lust, all this talk between them.
Constant talk of eating pussy.
To be sure he does as he says.
To be sure his head she cupped
and pressed to her flesh.
The constant talk of eating pussy
Had gone to their heads.

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