PURPLE PUSSY BLUES

She is electric guitar string legs
Wrapped around juke joint smoke
Dancing on Love Street in black sweat
Purple pussy rhythms on a mahogany stick
She is corn whiskey strong Chicago cold syrup thick

“I sing her purple pussy blues and drink her rhythm 'til I’m drunk”

She’s my drunk drum-set, beaded doorway blues
Beating black molasses asses, thick as cold syrup
She is the epitome, my midnight song
Black snake moan bring it home
She is the sensuous suck
Amorphously contorting me
She is everything I can’t hold

“I sing her purple pussy blues and drink her rhythm 'til I’m drunk”

She is southern vertical lips
My Miss Mississippi moonshine
Tantalizing ass
Eyes open wide
When I lick it from behind
She is sweet liquefied
Ceaseless
Sanctified satisfaction
When she throws’ it back
I might change my last name
To her last name
Just call me
Mr. Jackson

“I sing her purple pussy blues and drink her rhythm 'til I’m drunk”