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Richard Lighthouse - May/June 2009 |
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MY MUSE "Write me a fucking poem," she says with a why-not look. How come you never write me a fucking poem? I'm your bad-ass muse, Remember? That's what you said! No - what I said was - you give a bad-ass blow job . . . and THAT inspires me. So my blow jobs inspire you, huh? Does that mean you love me? Only when the sun goes down, baby. It's all about the sun. You're an ass!, she spouts. But I'm the ass you love, baby. I'm your favorite ass. Yeah, maybe, she concedes. Maybe. Then pausing long enough to swallow the space between us, She coyly shrugs, So when exactly, does the sun go down around here? BIO: Richard Lighthouse is a contemporary writer, artist, and poet. His work has been published in numerous journals and magazines worldwide.
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