Blue girl
They chose her for the part
because she’s one to watch
you can’t take your eyes off her
You eat her curves
like papaya, like a hot potato
Every time she shakes off her clothes
you can’t help it, you’re delighted
She’s a feast
Her co-star is the kind of man
who seems clothed
even when naked
His penis wobbles
as he talks on the phone
‘Quite so,’ you think, ‘it would’
While you’re watching
your lover is rubbing your clitoris
in an off-hand way
You open your thighs wider, trying
not to focus on it, holding your attention to the screen
You’re pretty close
when a guy
is reading a pornographic story
about a woman kissing
another woman’s pussy
and then the man
dressed as a woman
ties the bank guards up
and you come, cooing, so hard
you have to close your eyes
When you look up, it’s all over
He’s got the money in the bag
and heads for the getaway
Sex with Brando
I could feel you shudder
when he said ‘shove your fingers up my arse’
When you fucked me
I could feel Marlon Brando inside you
I confess, I was a little scared
But when I thrust my fingers into you
I could feel Marlon Brando inside me
and I wasn’t scared at all
