i guess i’m old fashioned, but i don’t want us to fuck like porn stars.
i don’t want to change positions every three minutes.
i don’t want you to spit on my cock before you suck me.
i don’t want to shove my cock into your throat so you gag.
i don’t want you to show me your tongue to prove you swallowed.
i guess i’m old fashioned, but i just want to simply, plainly, and expertly,
fuck you, and make you come.
my idea of a glory shot, is seeing your eyes roll back in your head when you start to shake.
we danced, and drank, and danced
she introduced me to her friends, who also
danced, and drank, and danced
she told them my name was Steve
, but it’s not
when i took her home, we made out in the car
her perky a-cup in my hand, nipple hard,
my cock, hard
i remember her lips,
she tasted like fucking strawberries,
i left there, unsatisfied
she was eighteen tomorrow
i drove back to the bar, where her friends
were eighteen yesterday –
they tasted like red, ripe,
the next time we fuck, I want it to be more frantic and desperate
the next time you fuck somebody else, I want to watch
the next time I fuck somebody else, you’ll only know afterwards
, when I show you the tape
and so it goes,
with all manner of things that are
cocks, cunts, and controversy
we played, teased, and
nothing. come back, my muse.
we never finished what we started.