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“Venus with a penis.” After Britt’s third
bong hit. After the third time I surfaced
between her legs, with, “Paphian custard,”
on my chin. We left Vegas and August
and soaked in thermal springs. Now our unsafe
sex is just some flashback, lust gone manic,
like you. Did you like your chronic? your waif
boy’s 12-inch tongue? your day that started sick
at the Double Down? She was Britt the Clit.
You were her Mama Jama. I was pleased,
thinking my dust witch happy at last. No.
Even at those springs. Even with Britt’s spit
slick on my cock and the fingers you eased
into her, red rocks still split, stoned and slow.
The Double Down Saloon is a bar in Las Vegas that, at least back in 2000s, had a fabulous “old school break dancing” night once a week. In myth Paphos of Cyprus was daughter of Pygmalion and built a temple to Aphrodite on the island. In Victorian sex-slang, “Paphian cream,” was a euphemism for girl cum.