A Heist

by Shaun Terry

Fly

He straddles a hair on my leg,
as he eagerly strokes
his mischievous hands with one another.
He licks his lips,
in anticipation, and then,
he extends the eerie black straw from his face
to suck in calcified remnants of sweat
from my morning workout.

He shuffles and prods,
softly tickling my skin,
as he inhales the oils and salts,
and laps in his fill.

A few moments later,
satisfied,
he makes his getaway.

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