KiTchEN FiRe

A siren makes us jump;
the shiny truck cuts across a perfectly manicured lawn.

 Smells of bacon and plant soil dominate this tiny kitchen.
 My stepsiter's hair lays dead on the counter a few wisps
have fallen into the mishappen ashtray some little kid made.

I try to control myself,  but the eruptions in my body
make it phsyically impossible, I bend down and give
my stepsister a wet kiss on her clean scalp.

It's my turn now.
My flesh in a field of goosebumps.

The cigarette's clit glows in my mouth.
Stepsis takes the razor and slowly pulls it down my
head, she starts in the middle. I'm still as a wall.
My cigarette ejaculates onto my jeans, the angry red 
fireworks fascinated me.

She begins another row. The razor's  warmth
and humming sound seduces me into a hypnotic state.
The only part of me moving is deep inside where
I quiver like a gold fish caught in someone's hand.

Pretty soon I will  be just as bald as Jean.
Yeah, we'll like be two sci-fi aliens.
Slick with sweat, oil and desire.

S.

3WW

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