A Career Woman In Heat
Extra marital blissed out.
Thirty something candles kissed out.
Bar room sad and sorry, like you had your chance and missed out.
Mutts lapping up the lonely cocktails some used up cunt pissed out.
Hitch hiking up the street with a fist out.
Blood stone squeezing bullshit lists and city evenings leave the little tryst out.
A “Better Homes And Gardens” spread eagle leaving spots where I exist out.
Removing name and face like a blunt scalpel still can cut a cyst out.
But little language leaves that tiny message on your wrist out.
Something you can’t feel or see, like a stain in your panties you tried to wash and couldn’t twist out.
