leaning forward over the picnic
table the gingham tablecloth they covered it with he grabbed her by her
luxurious jetblack curlyhair ridiculousringleted had something other than her Puerto Rican parents
at work in there
Yare driving me nuts
I’m driving you nuts?
Don be coy
he let go sat back Yaknow you are
I think you’re reading something other
into me enjoying relishing my corndog.
No
Com’on, you know how much I love them.
Not beef
sneered overlaid with disgust
or viceversa
No not at all,
that’s vile.
Woudya
please stop with the face
Crazy how freakinugly
you can twist tha beautiful kisser of yours
kisser humoured her face fell she smiled demurely nibbled at edge of her corndog turning it slowly with the stick
Woudya stop
What?
Yare killing me
I think it’s the honey . . honey.
Cant eat it with mustard or ketchup
like everyone else
When I was a little girl we didn’t
have them in Borikén. I’m HA
catchinup . get it? Catchinup . ketchup.
he pointed at her chin Little something babe
I get it he smiled big
she got the honey and cornmealcrumble with the tip of her tongue
he shook his headmumbled
Seducin
me at the beach in broad daylight
I’m not.
You are
You have a voluptuous way of
nibbling gnawing mouthing licking eating it
You imagine it’s your cock.
Yah I think its my cock
You wouldnt be wrong.
she tossed her marveloushead back sun backlit her shinyolive Medusacoils gleefulpeals
of laughter mistedmusically out of her throat
he slumped
bringing her headher shock of
hair forward funtears in her eyes corndog
in her fist she sighed
murmured You wouldnt be wrong.
1206, Satyrday,
15 6. 24
1153, Twosday,
18 6. 24
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