Purse Full of Mouthwash
Purse full of mouthwash,
I saw you strolling the avenues
last week.
Black fishnets
pulled up high in the front.
That electric blue wig
past steaming steel grates.
Leaning into cars
with that ass that could launch
a thousand ships.
Drive a man to tuck
his wedding band down into his sock.
War paint of a Carthaginian general.
Bobbing for apples
well into adulthood.
Skull-fucked into oblivion.
With that crass Bacardi mouth.
Horror Sleaze Trash 