Okay, so I been watching her at night, watching the gold light of her window streaming into darkness, and the shadows that crawl along the roofline. But she was the one that come on to me, all prettified in that short little dress showing her hooters round and pointy and hard, the twitch of that saucy asshole leaving a trail of cunt so thick, a man gets lost in a fog, can not keep his mind where it belongs. She was the devil dressed like a whore. She might of looked like the chick next door, but she weren’t nothing but a hooker. And last night, she stood smack in front of the window, lifting her slip over her head. Her fingers, those worthy, delicate stems, unhooked her bra. The straps slid down slow, like a dream you been guzzling and just like that, you’re falling down drunk, you’re whiskey blind with how you can see her in your head, her rose, her warm peach, nipples, silhouette of the moon. She plays with her nipples, her melons white, half-shadowed. Her body writhes. That girl’s fire in the mouth, a double glug of white lightening banging like a jack hammer on the back of your skull. Temptation. You got to kill it, got to put it away somewhere’s so it don’t get you. See, I’m a God‹fearing man. So it had to be done. And like I said, she come on to me. She stood bare, pressing her balloons and pussy right against that window, and I saw her like a steam, like a mist flowing out into the night.
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