Jalapeno Kiss’ Love Poem
jalapeno kiss
that’s what she’s called
even if she’s a japanese
rockabilly
nipples like bullets
point the way to the sunset
choppy areolas
like the waves of the ocean
when the cold sea wind blows
black hair flows
through the air
like snakes and griffin wings
a tattoo on the skin of life
drawn by a lustful
samurai
the master of bushido himself
would puke at the sight
of her eyes
she was licking a gherkin
her katana dripping red
on the white washi sheet
upon her bed.
she loved to write in kanji
the head of her last lover
punctuating the end of her haiku
the mantis satiated
she now uses her pickle
to write a love poem
on her clitoris
Horror Sleaze Trash 