What happens at The Mirage, stays…

Published first by Fleas on The Dog

In Vegas it’s three-thirty

A filthy afternoon

By the pool, steaming

Teeming,

bachelors, bachelorettes

Shafts quiver in the Fuck Yeah! fug

Who’s targeting whom?

Margarita slushies, beer buckets, bare buttocks

Body shop, cocoa butter

Expectations shimmer

Antennae shiver

Meet you at the roulette wheel

We’ll spin

You’ll spit

On my dice

Luck,

Be a lady tonight.