The sun shifted
strange,
left me to see
the monoliths
stacked up like
decks of cards,
creating diseases,
killing all of us,
slowly,
with great pain and
tortured souls and lungs.
Death is Coming,
make no mistake of that.
I devoured you then,
in my sleep,
to detox us both,
healing sex and laying
my hands on your trembling
body,
my lips
dripping,
etching pleasure
on your dreams,
vast tongues on soft skin,
licking throbbing heads
and the like.
sitting,
quietly,
on the side of
beds,
pounding
pleading
pussy,
getting inside,
slow and deep,
thrusting all the way in
to the sweet,
secret places,
that it takes passion to find,
and tightening round,
till pulling out,
soaking
spilling cum
down the rafters,
drenching heaven,
thick cocks,
mouths open,
tastes
soaking
and soothing
the throats
round america.
There was no use of
fighting urges
to strong
orgasms,
squirting and soaking sheets,
in the morning,
with holding onto
tight
headboards,
biting necks
and hard nipples,
asses slapping against
bold bodies,
fucks in the near evenings,
in chairs,
bent over desks
while reading Foucault,
late night
howls of hallelujahs,
riding and giving light
and
over and over til the dawn,
moans to make
the moon
cry out,
dizzy
in lust and delight.
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