Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Racing Down My Back By J.J. Campbell

give me neon blue
fingernails racing
down my back

give me the soft
skin of a black
woman in her
early twenties

give me a dirty
imagination and
just a little peek
of pink underwear

give me temptation
lips like sugar, ready
for another high you
can't resist

give me a phone
number, a body of
trouble and just thirty

to teach a young vixen
about why you should
never toss an old white
book aside without
checking out the pages

About J.J Campbell: 

J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is currently trapped in suburbia. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Under the Bleachers, Misfit Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy and Mad Swirl. His most recent chapbook "the taste of blood on christmas morning" was published by Analog Submission Press. You can find J.J. most days waxing poetic on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (


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