At the moment, It’s 3:40 in the morning.
I’m sitting outside watching an enormous yellow moon glide invisibly across polished black water.
Insects bemoan.
So too does a beautiful woman.
She screams in hushed courtesy as the man she loves devours her entirely.
In the room immediately behind me.
I can imagine him licking her passionately, wanting to taste her
stomach.
Hearing their encounter, reminds me I’m alone.
That I too crave the touch of a woman.
The intimacy of another.
Maybe Santa can help me with that.
y’know, pimp for me.
Earth Bobby 