she could kill me
with those legs,
i thought
as i watched
a tight-ass blond
jog down the street
in nothing
but a sports bra
and a thong
dressed up as running shorts.
my mind reeled
at the idea
of asphyxiation
between those tanned,
salty bands of steel
dripping with girl juice
as i dip my tongue
into places
no other kind of workout
could touch.
an angry car horn
whipped me to consciousness...
the light was green
(i wondered how long) -
the girl my wife
would think a bitch
had turned right
and was now two more blocks
out of reach...
that's o.k. --
the pizza
on the seat next to mine
was beginning to get cold
anyway.
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