31 October 2009


Marquise (10/31)

In the corner table her legs are resting she is raising tonic

Gin smells of moth balls and the table is sticky

She's smoking or would be if she did and her tits look great

The corner is dark enough you can't tell how old she is and she can't either

It's late someone needs to go home with her

Her torso is leaning and her head is watching the room cycle

Her fingers slide over glass but think skin on skin

The air clings and waits a moment before separating

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