Pouring honey on the toes of Ginger's shoes, knowing ants are coming, grrrrr, touching myself as she struggles against the ropes, her ripe Hollywood breasts ripening in the sun, painted lips muted by the ribbonI see Mary Ann out of the corner of my eye, young, beautiful, impatient.
I move before her, gaze into her eyes, see storms and anticipation; pull her white top over her head, and mmmmmm, rewarded for that brief moment apart, by mmmmmm, your breasts in my mouth, ribbon dangling from your throat