They tense as he shifts,
making me tense too.
His thighs
lean but strong, make
me even more tense.
[Go on. Touch them.]
He’s the whole package,
okay, and I want to unwrap
it, explore what’s inside,
under the denim.
He Finds a Secluded Parking Place
This looks okay, don’t you think?
I agree, “Looks good to me.”
Hope you’re ready to rocket.
I give a brisk nod. “Way overdue.”
Excellent. He loads his pipe, hands
it to me. I can’t help but smile
at the meth—a clear shard of glass.
I inhale gently, gratefully, pass
it back for him to do the same,
close my eyes to ride the giant rush.
Trey is generous. Within a few minutes,
I have climbed to a very tall buzz.
So what do you think? Was I lying?
“It’s the best meth I’ve ever done.”
He touches my knee. You want more?
“Absolutely.” [And more glass, too.]
The price drops a lot for a quantity.
Heat pulses at my temples. “Like…?”
We could get a half for eight hundred.