A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth

The Blaze
Over the haze of smoke she caught his glance
She was his target, he was her chance.
Blown out pupils are a too clear sign
As he staggered over like a puppy on lino.
He fell into her, now secure in that tight warm space.
She’d removed the black lace barrier,
And so painted smiles on his face.
The pace of the party inside was, crawling
So boring, some of the others were snoring.
But the pair moved fast. Neither tired.
She was desperately trying to stamp out the fire,
On the end of his cock.
Flames dying, the ship arrived to dock,
The thick white cream was the final sign,
He nodded his head and she muttered “it’s fine”
She replaced the black lace fire blockade
And slowly the cream began to dry and fade.
Stiffened drips, aired out on her thigh,
She barely saw the next guys’ eye.
There was another blaze she had to hose down,
She was the best damn firefighter in this town.
As the evening drew to a satisfied end
She couldn’t careless that she was no one’s friend.
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