like a coin scratching a lottery ticket
you gradually reveal yourself–
past lovers
wrongs
a shoulder here
a muscly calf there
indiscretions
discarded habits–
finally your magnificent breasts
studded with golden tinsel
like candy floss to a prepubescent
you delight & fill me
with your extraordinary stories
of giving head
of bricks through windows
of teenage rape
of vibrators of mythical proportions
of multiple well endowed partners
of VD, SM & D & other perversions
I think of us together
of that time at Rushcutter’s Bay
we sailed that borrowed catamaran
rushing
gliding across the water
chaotically
without fear
or control
ducking under the violently swinging mast–
the wild accusatory stares & shouts from leering rich wankers
PS:
no! no one could ever blow
perfect smoke rings
from their vagina
like YOU sweet Pandora!