We had just recently
Got done with fucking.
It was one of those dirty lasvicious fucks.
Then we went outside
And smoked a cigarette
And talked.
We calmed down.
I toasted
‘US’
With absent glasses
Acknowledging the fact
That we just finished
A 45 minute
6-6.5 seismic movement
On the Richter scale
Fuck session
And now we were
Sitting in my backyard
Burning candles
Smoking American Spirits
In deep conversation
Like we were
In college together
Sharing similar outlooks
On the fucked-up world
Unfolding around us.
“NICE!”
I smiled.
We klinked
Imaginary lead crystal
Filled with
Krug Brut Vintage 1988.
We went upstairs
To bed
And she broke out chocolates.
Dark chocolate
With chili pepper and cinnamon.
They were good
And we were moaning
Almost as much
As we were an
Hour ago.
“These are REALLY good.”
I said.
“I don’t normally eat chocolates before I go to bed.”
I inferred.
“They’re SO GOOD right?”
She asked excitedly.
“They’re addicting!”
“They ARE good”
I offered
“BUT they’re NOT addicting.”
“THAT!”
I exclaimed pointing to her pussy
“THAT is addicting!”
“You can keep your chocolates...”
I growled
Falling into her ear.
“Just gimme that pussy.”
She pulled the sheets up around us giggling.
That moment was chapter four
And the finale
Of this little scenario.
