here's one for La Becky
Packet
Damp packet of sugar
in the speedboat
she was forced
to be in
her blonde hair
blowing in the spray
her chest
bouncing like the lake.
He was in love
with her every feature.
The shoreline beckoned
in her eyes.
The dock
had a ring to it
which only sparks could hear.
He piloted the speedboat
of her thighs
and throttled back the rocky coast
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