All the while they were talking <br /> the new code <br />of morality <br /> <br />she looks at me <br />with a margarita on one hand <br />and smoke on the other <br />she looks at me <br />with disdain <br />and <br /> <br />i think, she feels <br />so sorry <br />for my form <br />and beliefs <br /> <br />she is asking <br />if i am a professional <br />virgin, (of course, i am not) <br /> <br />i rise to go <br />and she follows me <br />her eyes i mean <br />slowly undressing me <br />seeing my <br />legs and bottoms and waist <br /> <br />she calms down <br />she waters herself <br />with some hormones running in her <br />hands <br />exiting down to her toes <br /> <br />her fingers feel <br />like iron rods <br />to the fragility of my <br />tissues <br /> <br />how can i speak <br />about <br />morality?<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-can-i-speak-about-morality/
