The Snow Perp

I stop
She frisks
For ice
In me
She cuffs
My hands
To the backseat
The car is hot
And so is she
Would she melt
The evidence

Like Loading...

Posted in Uncategorized

Published by Poemways

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Notify me of new comments via email.

Search for:

%d bloggers like this: