Thoughts on Gingerale

(anyone, jump in, we're testing)

"There is gold inside of you," she said
with the hint of erotic
and a bubble underneath her tongue.

"No," he said. "You've got it wrong.
It isn't gold at all."
He gazed intently at his hands.
They stunk of strong carbolic.

With a wink, she rolled down
his body one eyeball at a time
until she slowed at his bulge,
"it's good to be wrong."

She hesitated just a second"

Is there a problem?" he inquired

"Well no," she stated breathlessly

"I just can't believe my luck."

In her warm closed palm she rolled it

round and round, hiding her hands

behind her, smiling ,

relishing the feeling.

She held her matching fists before him.

"Pick one" she teased.

Joe R -
Just a test thought since none were posted yet.

Anstey -
Edit the file, rather than comment.

ShannonV -
I wanted to contribute but I honestly have noooo idea what it is about. I'm lame, I tried. Anyone wanna explain?

ShannonV -
I mean, i get the innuendo-ness. But.. still.. mostly, what?

Kath -
I can't get the stanzas to be separate, I tried just spacing them, and I tried putting breaks with brackets.

Kath -

do you think instead of "matching fists" it should be:

she held the matching two before him

"Pick one" she teased.

(?)

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