I want pussy with the piquancy of grey goose

[PureLife]

We used to march into the clubs
the parties
always late



Everyone looked, they did that slow burn down gawk
We always brought the best bottles
we always bought the best drinks
Our mouths open wide like sinks
and it rained in our mouths that night (tonight)

The cloth which dressed us, made our perfect
wax skin test impeccable to their mechanical eyes


For four years they hated us
for four years we privately loved the yearning and the worship and sex and tenderness and the soft spot that you ran your tongue between my ear and hairline

We were made for disaster
couples speak of being of being Bonny and Clyde
we would laugh at them, what a joke.
We joked, because we both knew
just how fucking sick we both were ( still are)



Now it is the present

she shoots guns for a country she doesn't love
and I steal money from a country I love

But there's nothing between us, there is no us, no, not for years now.

 

[Mariposa]

whoa... this is really poignant. I admit, "pussy" isn't one of my favorite words, especially in a title, but I definitely get the message of this piece, and I think it's overall fantastic.

 

[PureLife]

That means much coming from you, thanks.

 

[New]

I like the story this tells. Thank you.

 

[PureLife]

Thanks