Thursday, October 31, 2019

Mistress of the Dark by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

I had never seen another woman
like Elvira.

Never cum to the thought
of a woman quicker.

And I didn’t feel bad about the brevity.
Not in the least.
I considered it the supreme compliment
to her beauty and sass
and craft.

I hear such things are not taken that way
in popular circles,
but that is how I took it.

She was so sexy
I figured the whole world was exploding
around her.

That I was just one more erupting volcano.
Into my hand and sometimes
my pants.




Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a male gigolo for hire.  Presently residing along the sunny shores of Guantanamo Bay, Cuba where he spends his days drinking discount Tequila and accusing chemtrails of being "sky farts."  His work can be found both in print and online in such joints as: The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry Network, Horror Sleaze Trash, and Under The Bleachers.


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