Brian Rosenberger

Pussy Flambé

Stand back, for real,
she warns
You might get your 
eyebrows singed.
I’d heard the rumor.
Some miracles need to be
witnessed firsthand
A woman scorned sure but 
a pussy that could scorch?
Granted, I’d been burned 
in past relationships but this…
this transcended love, transcended sex
this was magic. 
Primitive, tribal, no fucking CGI.
As the music played, we held our drinks high in tribute.
Let there be Light, motherfucker.
And there was – an orgasm of flame.
I felt changed, improved, better
still I pitied and applauded
her lovers, easy to spot
by their 3rd degree burns.