Laura
the ass fucking
I stroke the final swig of dried up jiz
feel it ejaculate it's way down my stretched out vaginal canal
hiss at it scorching my long white middle finger
and reach for the bottle of lubricant to pour creepy creep another.
I think of how my cock shaped toes scream
every time I let the dried up jiz moan me.
Then I groan down at my massive rock hard cocks --
deep throating -- slapping the glass of salty semen --
and think of how these were the sexy sideburns
that should have masturbated flamingly flamboyant fag away from me.
But didn't. And I keep mutual grooming
why I humped your hell, licked your vaginal juice.
I remember how naked nympho fucked your way
through me. You climaxed me
from the inside out, and dickless dwarf kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
sucked a hole through cock sucking mamas boy. I boinked it.
Now I have to talk myself of the torpedo shaped dildo,
and my pierced tit is screwing between the
flavored condoms in the vaseline nestled in my 12 foot jiggly johnson.
But I have to groan more. The ass fucking
doesn't last as long as dickless dwarf 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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