And you laughed that dirty little laugh <br />a broad grimace of notoriety that you wore <br />so proudly. And I wondered if you were <br />sated. <br />And you'd bite your rouge stained pout <br />and tease with a careless wink as you <br />traced the coy on your neck. And I wondered <br />that you might be sated. <br />And you lit up a black cigarette <br />vintage as they may be never rolled <br />on your coloured thighs flawlessly fade into the smoke <br />And had you been sated, I wondered? <br />And you became the devil in my dreams <br />clawing your naughtiness into the grey matter <br />that I wanted back. And you were sated by my <br />wonder<br /><br />Marcellino Carlo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/naked-infamous/
