Thunder Sandwich
#17

Poetry
2 poems by Ryan Rowe

dweeb by jeff filipski
dweeb by jeff filipski

K-Y

There it appeared
from the cart,
like a needle in a haystack
from the pile of groceries.
The lubricating jelly
of which we all know the use.
All that became
of that fully domesticate women,
pulling her wallet from purse
and disciplining her child,
was a vision in my mind
of her lubricating her husband?s member
and opening wide
and wiping the excess on herself,
first on her loins,
sliding up to the bottom of her breast sharply.
Awaiting now,
with a glistening streak.



AT THE PARK DINER

I saw a real redhead,
freckles and all.
But she was slightly mod,
young and fit,
and she craved attention
and we gave her some
and she pulled off her sunglasses
and opened her eyes
and walked on.
Ever since
I have daydreamed
of her pale areola,
almost swollen,
hiding the nipple,
and of her bright, burning,
fiery opening
and...

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