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O Baby O Baby O

KJ

i.

oh stupid icy hot of love rubbed onto my
heart's cockles, i crackled in the black night
waiting for you, then O shone from the
hateful darkness the way a skizzard's
eyes leap out of a bog in the night when
a flashlight lays into them with a sobering
beam that i could have used when O's hair
dangled from her skull like sooty prison
shackles as she soaked her brown eyes
deep into my young wet body with the
unmistakable glance of a woman who
knew how to test a man's waters just by
looking; o how she gazed, i felt she
planned to throw a surprise party all
over my penis with cake & everything!

ii.

she brought me to a hotel suite...
a slender strong hand stroked my cheek,
the violet nails bit into my jaw as she leaned
in to invite me somewhere using no meaning
save the card of her mouth opening & the
hot poker of her tongue chunking sparks
inside my ear till flames whirled in gorgeous
cursive loops through my mind as i imagined
the veritable iced cream truck of frozen goods
in my crotch melting away under the perverse
music box jingle she composed in my aural canal
to leave only the hard swollen pink panther eyes that
O prized out from under my legs with her perfect
O of an ass filled in with round, elegant bones &
ample bouncy mounds of flesh where she imprisoned
my wayfaring cock as my balls slapped plangently
against her thighs while she arched her back, the glorious
O writhing to love the guts from my nuts.
the room service ladies did not bother knocking…

iii.

banishing me from the outside world, this crooked Eve straightened
my giant sunflower stem & drank all my seeds; O, i felt like an asp that
had its fangs milked into a plastic cup till the venom glands went wan
from dryness because O drained the sand from me with her hourglass
figure that spoke vows throughout me: with this lip i thee pierce.
with this nipple i thee ring. with this ring i thee tongue. fuck
her word was good. When she was done i wrenched her ears to
my mouth & told her the truth: you'll still be a woman when i'm done. promise.


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