Sunday, August 31, 2008

Jeffrey Winke: CURLED UP IN THE EMBRACE


Indelibly kissed by fog, her silky, cool, glowing skin makes her allure intoxicating. When she parts her glistening pink lips to whisper the words, all leggy and curled up in the embrace of the mustard-color soft-leather armchair, she has only to avert her dream-laden, dark-eyed gaze to any of the eager-to-please and her most obscure, unattainable desire will be attained. Seduction is thrice promised but never fulfilled. She relishes the tease as delayed payback for the roly-poly, fat-girl teasing heaped meanly upon her younger self. She will never forget, never forgive.

quickie mart
silver crumbs from a crumpled
scratch off

by Jeffrey Winke
Milwaukee, Wisconsin

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