March 14, 2012

delicious and a little bitter

There is a lot of litter on your bottom. Instead, your surface is very smooth and quiet.
I dragged you out of that dirty night club. Drunk, alien, with the smell of sweaty men and cheap perfume on you.
And you just took off your torn skirt, threw this rag into my face and, staggering, got on a taxi.
If I could be that proud...
"Be my friend", you said, hardly your head was lifted from the position good enough to contemplate the bottom of the WC.
Silly one, I know every birth spot on your body. Do you know that I kiss your fingers while you are in drunk delirium, talking all night long?
And you say: "Be my friend".

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