black pussy
by Virgil Hervey
this ride on the 3 a.m.
uptown #6 local was swift
becoming worth the price
of admission as the six foot
five inch Watusi chick
with four foot long legs
protruding from a tight white
miniskirt started nodding off
crossing her legs in the seat
opposite me, first one-way
then the other, each time
seemingly giving me a glimpse
of her dark tightly held secret
and as the skirt rode up
higher and higher
I started telling myself
don’t you dare doze now
you’re about to see some
black pussy. but wait!
it gets better....
she fell into something
resembling a deep coma
and the legs, no longer
crossed were starting to spread
wider and wider forcing
the hemline closer
to the waistline
and I prayed
thank you Oh Lord
for that which we
are about to see.
suddenly the train lurched
at a sharp turn in the tunnel
just before 14th Street.
that was all the push
she needed and so
it happened, not quite
what I expected
the tightly held secret
was not a pink
moist African Oyster
but instead an ebony
eel that seemed to have
a mind of its own
as it snaked its way
out of its lair
stuck its head up
and looked around the car.
“What a waste of a perfectly good
piece of meat”, the woman
next to me exclaimed.
