Titanic

She almost got me back
On the
‘Stuff’.

She was hot
And she could fuck
Like the Devil
Or the crayzee black witch
That she proclaimed to be.

Signing my soul over
In exchange
For the most perverse
Pornographic sex
To come down the pike
At the time.

But she was an addict
Like I was.

Although

I was in the middle
Of a run
To stay desperately clean.

Besides her straightforward
No-holds-barred
Kinky appetite
She had a laid back personality
For a stripper
And I liked that.

We did anything together.

Went to the beach.
Took walks.
Shoplifted.
Picked apples.

She really was fun to hang out with.

But she was getting high
All of the time.

Hitting a vein
And THEN going out
To pick apples
“High All Of The Time”.

Who does THAT?

I never did.

Her brother was gay.
He was the DJ at the strip club
Where she worked.

Nice guy
But he was gacked too.

The two of them
Rented a motel room
Next door to the club
To party after hours
And I showed up
Like she wanted me to.

I was in for ten minutes
And I could tell
That it wasn’t my scene.

If I stayed
I was a goner.

I got the fuck out of there
Leaving some worked up
Black witch's
Primo ass and pussy
On some anonymous hard motel room bed
With her queer brother
And some of their friends
From 'Teasers"

Never looking back

Determined
To stay the course

Avoiding the iceberg.