Purple Prize

03 Dec

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Purple Prize

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She left me a glass of scotch by the door

with a note

letting me know the route to her bedroom

to the right

down the hall

inside

the purple cotton panties that make up my dreams

at night

and nothing else

besides the smile

enticing

inciting

I took a sip

kissed her neck

with wet lips

then slid into

the warmth of her

within

the womb of the bed

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