Purple Prize

03 Dec


Purple Prize


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


the purple cotton panties that make up my dreams

at night

and nothing else

besides the smile



I took a sip

kissed her neck

with wet lips

then slid into

the warmth of her


the womb of the bed


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