Poetry
Mark Lawrence
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Last night she opened a world
of demons to me, held the gate,
invited me with her legs and
lifted her skirt to her waist.
She spread herself to keep my
company. She covered me,
wrapped around me. All in a
stall. Blonde hair, red lips
whispering filthy and dirty.
All in a stall, she wrapped
around, working. The devil
took pictures for his magazine
while she fucked me.
This poem appeared in Church on Thursday, Issue # 8, August 1997.
