Her slow grace
Not only am I well-off, but I'm also well-muscled.
pepper spray
looming signals
exhales from her like a perfume,
Let them be dry and leafless
beautiful woman on a park bench
Nine times out of ten,
her slim figure
And the trees about me,
the woman was interested in me,
There are footsteps behind you in the dark alley and they're getting closer.
sensitivity,
"You want a piece of this, sweetheart?"
scarcely sways
Make all a desolation
Smiling suavely, you move in and strike up a conversation
suede jacket
For three years she was the only being that existed for me on the earth!
all over me like shit on a
Look, look, wenches!
pursuer in dim light.
brain's vision circuits
she seems to glide rather than walk
let the rocks
visual cortex
but always appropriate
All Women Don't Know What They're Missing
car dealership, post office, student union
Groan with continual surges
and behind me
the response is hard-wired in the brain.
pretty voice with its slight drawl
