She never asked for her life. It just appeared.

With globes for eyes, Donna sees all. The world is her telescope.

The many men come; they enter, they play, they release, they pay. She GRIEVES.

Better make that money, girl. Rent’s due.

And, is always due on the 1st.

Donna, new to the game, fast in rank, gives the moon to broken Men and sometimes Women.

They crave her thrusts. They return for the Holy Grail.

It’s that thing she does with her tongue; lingering in a small cup of…

You Get The Picture!

She is GOD in heels.

She moves slowly, sure of her strut, legs of limber love.

No one has beaten her. She wins every time. The Champ.

Until Bobby… He came at midnight.

Came At Midnight

And, Donna watched him flinch from satisfaction. Toes losing feeling, numb at the knees.

He couldn’t stand.

He was glued to the bed. Back to the wall. Head at her hips. A smooth operator with raspberry lips…

He made the sun appear at nightfall.

Cozy and warm.

She lie in waiting, waiting for him to finish what he started.

And, he did.

Thunder roared. Lightning flashed. The heavens opened up and cried tears of want.

Bobby Was Her Last.

And, then became her first.

Author’s Note: I’ve read some amazing writers this week. I’m honored to share this space with the following: Patrick Faller, Sleepless in DelhiSF Ali, Joey McKeown, & Felicity G.

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