Some Exquisite Lingerie by PW Covington

I’d come over

And take a seat on the sofa

With your husband

You’d sit across the room

In that leather, high-back, chair

And pack a bowl

You’d tell me to pull out

My already swelling cock

Then tell him to get down

On the floor before me

Then, after

After he came back

From brushing his teeth

He’d hand me his AmEx

And say that he’d have brunch ready

When we returned, the next day

It only lasted a year or so

But you ended up with

Some exquisite lingerie

   PW Covington writes in the Beat tradition of the North American highway. He's riding things out, in a hidden adobe, somewhere just off Historic Route 66, in Northern New Mexico. Follow him on Insta @BeatPW.