Swagazine #3

Rubber Woman  by Zeylan
Rubber woman
Leather brassiere
Blow her up slowly
and bring her here

Floating gently
Bobbing so slightly
She squeaks as I hold her
ever so tightly

None can compare
She is the one
And then I can pop her
when I am done

Bite on her breast
Tear through the fabric
She's shrinking away
just like it was magic

Slips through my grasp
The air starts to go
With a noise (sounds like farting)
she flies out the window

My girl is gone
My lover belated
I fucked her too hard
and now she's deflated.

 

 

 


poetry

    
prose

Smooth as a shadow
Fireflies
Cat Poems
Coils
Darkness
  Nothing to be
Rubber Woman
White Walled Cell
French Quarter
One half
  Midnight Rant
Untitled
Melt me
Sex
    
Time Babe
Glue
A Story
Ram Nam

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