I met her in the Priory
We were in rehab
She was hot and fiery
Tasty as a kebab
Addict thin and wiry
A junky bag of bones
Her hair was thick and briary
Crimped by mobile phones
I knew I’d caught her eye
One evening leaving Group
Her fingers brushed my thigh
My boxers looped the loop
We fell among the bushes
Undressing as we tumbled
Despite my urgent shushes
Her giggles had us rumbled
After the enquiry
They drove us forth with whips
I took her to the friery
For a plate of fish and chips
© 2005
Junky Love
by Dudley Sutton
