Mark Leger
the Licking
I suck the final swig of CUM
feel it FUCK it's way down my penis
hiss at it scorching my cock
and reach for the pussy to pour Janice Myer another.
I think of how my Fingers scream
every time I let the CUM feel me.
Then I fuck down at my Toes --
screwing -- talking the glass of juice --
and think of how these were the arms
that should have making love Cassie away from me.
But didn't. And I keep sleeping
why I read your hell, melted your BOOZE.
I remember how STEPHEN DRANK your way
through me. You sat me
from the inside out, and grayson kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
laughed a hole through pamela anderson. I got it.
Now I have to talk myself of the boob,
and my boob is screwing between the
boobs in the tit nestled in my nipple.
But I have to fuck more. The Licking
doesn't last as long as grayson do(es).
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Original poem:
the burning
(written June 8, 1989)
I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.
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