The Fire Water Rumba
for B.
You said you didn’t
drink just before
you consumed a pint
of Wild Turkey
and 4 draft beers ...
and you
lied again, whispering
with your tongue
in my ear,
that you didn’t dance,
as you pulled me closer into
you, your
Legs wrapping around my leg,
your warm pussy grinding rhythmically
into me.
Then, you suddenly
remembered that you knew
how to rumba fuck,
and we rumbaed and
humped each other,
till the bartender got so pissed-off ,
and yelled “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE. THERES A MOTEL
AROUND THE CORNER, YOU FREAKS!”