Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Fritter Shack

There's a half door
On the back
Of the shack where I make
Corn dogs
Fritters
And all such like as that,
But I'm thinking on
When you come on
And make her take three steps back
Then bend low down
And bow to the crowd
While your hand strokes the deep brown side of her neck...

You are a barrel racer
And I am a taster
Of all that comes back bubbling golden,
And they love us
Each in our own way
Until it is time for closing.
You know that
When you wear that
Pearl snap shirt half open
I can't half think
On nothing but the
Sweet
Skin
At the base of your throat,
And oh,
Oh,
Baby,
Come on in my fritter shack
Make me take
Three steps back;
You know, when you look at me like that
My heart already has
One knee to the ground;
And when you trace your fingers around my ear,
I'm desperate to feel your palm
Alongside my throat
I almost disappear
Like smoke
For sheer desire and want of you, my darling girl.

For a few moments,
We lean together,
Then we're gone like blazes,
Hell for leather
Barrel racers,
Confection makers,
Two as one
Gone hot in the half light of the
After-closing
Melting gorgeous
Setting summer sun.

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for magpie 36

30 comments:

  1. oh yeah...I want fries with that
    and a cigarette.

    Christ, Shay :)

    Rene

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  2. Wowzers! All that AND a fritter??? GREAT poem. Whoa.

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  3. That's hot!
    Well done.

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  4. crunchy fried lovin`



    yum



    Warm Aloha from Waikiki

    Comfort Spiral
    ><}}(°>

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  5. Nice! And makes me hungry. Not for corn dogs though.

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  6. Reads like a song, Shay.

    "My heart already has
    One knee to the ground;" - those lines jumped out at me. Such awesome imagery!

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  7. Half door, half shirt, half light...and oo-la-la!

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  8. "I almost disappear like smoke."
    Very good writing.

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  9. You never fail to make a visit worthwhile. :)

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  10. You have quite the imagination, I must say. I can just see the atmosphere you write of.

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  11. "..You know, when you look at me like that
    My heart already has
    One knee to the ground.." I imagine the other one was a little weak, too! Great post.

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  12. You have made corn dog and a fritter shack - a magical place to know the summer...nice write...bkm

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  13. Ah can I get a martini and a cigarette, too? That was so erotic, I love it!

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  14. *low whistle of appreciation*

    Smokin' hot, Shay. Just. Smokin'.

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  15. Is it hot in here or is it just Shay? ;)

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  16. this was awesome how you brought the two together as one (after closing). Loved it :)

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  17. That oil sizzles with delicious possibility: heat and batter makes everything better. :-)
    xoxo

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  18. make me take 3 steps back...nice sensual piece shay...

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  19. somehow you made fritters hot. now im horny AND hungry.

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  20. It reads like lyrics to a song. where's the music?

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  21. my my said the spider to the fly...hot,hot,hot magpie!

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  22. provocative and sensual magpie tale,,,, nice write for sure..
    Cheers,
    joanny
    http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/

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