sick for so long the winter of that place had made me a eunich, the constant rain the drudgery could take any mans balls but the raven gods of sick desire brought a dark-haired thing to pull my cock along my cock that had so long sat like a tired lonely soldier sitting in wait for the next set of anxious orders she
was looking for love
in all the wrong places( obviously) and i always occupy all the wrong place ready
with beer and sword to sing all the right things
into the gapping awaiting miracles, hungry for all the wrong things the heat
of the bar may have made a difference
as did her enormous mouth, tits
and ass and i was blinded, as i’ve always been by
the next incredible thing
to come across my lap,
i shunned friend and foes, alike
then sucked at her foreign lips
outside my strangled apartment
until i thought
my pant leg would explode
with obvious erection.
as i slipped the key into the waiting lock she
asked the simplest
most absurd question;
“do you
have a girlfriend?”
and, with the easy lie tied
to the tip of my penis
eager to get her inside
inside her
my stupid fucking fucking mouth
found a moments truth
and there
outside my poverty door
the night ended.

all that mouth, holy tongue
vanilla ass
peach cunt
and amazing tit
sagged away from my stoop
with the weight of my
ugly truth.

an hour latter
i mopped in my poverty bed
as the waiting phone, rang
in the other room.

full of fidelity

and sick

of the whole
fucking farce.