Nasty Girl

The nasty girl named Sam, I am. Across the mirror it is lip stick written. Posing she poses this way and that. The angles are all wrong as deep inside I look. Under her dress the light perceived, reflects. Whom do you meet with no mirror to greet. Human flesh your dress I lift up through the glass. Disgusting pants and slacks is nothing seen. Deep fish eyes, deep valleys nose swank crotch. Camel toes golden desert sand the glint in your eyes. Thick and heavy broken off slim limbs are wet then dry. She touched the splintered end, the middle hollow is. Does it mean the sun is high and wet She drips with sweat. Nasty girl the draw bridge up, it tightens looking up and grins. Your heart is not mine ever real, and or imagined stabbed the center you unmask. I touch the walls with open hands and I you deeply gulp. No sigh is ever deep enough these nasty girls named, Sam. Rearranged the pecking order other sleeping hens. Very it is interesting white and brown your eggs my nasty girl.