01 April 2011

Something 4 The Weekend # 199



My sex smells like that old Hemingway paperback that sat next to the bottle of musk oil in the leather satchel that hung around my neck for three weeks in Mexico. My sex is a flurry of beard and a solitary bead of sweat rolling down my neck. My sex makes jazz noises.

I know, I know - you didn't ask.

Hotcha! Hank

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