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Curiosity Killed the Cat
by Kathy Kubik
(11/19/03)
We do a shot of Cuervo,
toast friendship.
"Damn, you're in trouble," you say.
That's exactly where I want to be.
Your eyes burn holes in my skin,
eyebrow arches up,
my heart flies away,
drunk butterflies dance in my belly,
your voice drips with sex,
each touch a promise of sin --
Eyes close tight
you imagine it's Marilyn beneath you,
the voice you fell for over a
simple telephone line.
I moan.
You stir my insides around,
every push gets
closer to my heart,
to fill the void.
You leave...
I smell of your cologne,
sticky and sweet as honey.
Three showers now,
it still lingers
My body sore.
©2003 by Kathy Kubik
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Kathy Kubik is a poet who occasionally crosses over to fiction. She has been writing since she could pick up a crayon -- and has now graduated to ink. Kathy's poems have appeared in Voices Magazine,
T-zero Xpandzine, SaucyVox(Dot)com, and the upcoming Citizen32. See more of
her work at her Web site.
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