Palisade Amusement Arcade

The arcade jammed jazz heat. It was push, shove, grab.
The air was stagnant. I drove pin ball; Didn'tknowWho
bumped my hips. Sex stood behind and helped until
there was a tilt. Laughed. She called me boner.
Her breath on my neck raped my shirtless back. She
wore a pink halter top. I could smell the odorless
sunscreen. We were strangers. She told her friend
playing slots she’d be back.


When she stepped down she smiled into the ground
her violet eyes rang special game buzz. Looking back
from hotdog vendor, she adjusted halter, flashed guy.
Jealous. Back, she drank pink soda. I banged away at
bells and clangers. When I hit 1,000, 000, she whispered
I’m Sally in the bell.


Feeding cotton candy her tit shirt pumped, we reversed.
She pushed pink dicky ball, grabbed flipper. I pressed her
sweating back, rode her hips. I felt pink halter nipple.
She bit tongue, then mine; we had no tilt when she screamed notmyname and we whizzbanged and felt the balls flap bumper ass clit when she twisted top.