Slipping the patent leather strip
Through the golden buckle
Tossing her shoes over his shoulder
Thudding against the filing cabinet
Gripping her ankles, a flash of red
“Cherries.” Her voice vibrating against his bicep
Sinking his teeth around the ink stain
“Cute.” His eyes narrowed
Nibbling his way up
I’m running out of time
His limbs encircling her
The zipper’s slow groan
I’m about to lose my mind
His palm enveloping her moist skin
Rolling over, her back arching
I got the six
The rhythm of her pulse
Gimme your nine
Flooding his cheeks, his ears
Tap! Tap! Tap!
I just heard the rooster crow
Somewhere in the recesses of his brain
You’ve got to be kidding.
“It’s just…” the boy stammered. “The lunch cart?”
“For Christ’s sake!” He threw his pen onto his desk.
“I saved egg salad on rye for you.”
The base of his brain throbbing against his skull.
The mail room clerk — or, junior analyst? Whatever. He placed the styrofoam bowl of cream of celery soup on his desk. Then, the saran-wrapped sandwich. Finally, a plastic spoon and small packets of salt and pepper.
“Can I get you anything else?”
“Are you still here?”
The boy closed the door behind him.
He rocked back in his chair, squeezing his eyes shut.
I need something more substantial
Holding his breath.
She was gone.
Slow hand on the clock
Peeling the plastic wrap and flipping open the sandwich… he tugged the lettuce. Was it..? Yes. Wilted. Edges slightly brown.
I’m sitting here like a rock
He flung the limp leaf into the trash bin where it landed with a heavy, wet splat.
I’m feeling so abnormal
~ Dedicated to all the adults who used to want to believe in Santa. ~
~ You know who you are. ~
Video posted to youtube by user Metal8909.
Lyrics in italics from, “I Got the Six”.
Written by: Frank Beard, Billy Gibbons and Dusty Hill.
Original release: Eliminator.
By: ZZ Top.
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