Tuesday, February 12, 2013

she moves her hips like a pendulum, like a swinging axe. when someone just knows how hot they are, how coal smolders in their eyes and they stare me down; trying to burn all the parts of me they know i'd let them touch. she stares like the clothes could melt right off of me, the smirk over her shoulder, cocks her head. moves her hips like a cigarette flick, moves her hips like a thermometer, like a simmering pot. bumps into me and pauses, blows the smoke straight up into the sky, lets it roll on her lips and she knows i'm watching. she smiles, glances back as she's walking away and moves her hips like a subway corral one last time. moves her hips like a bedroom door. 

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