the truth about our last fuck

i lay between your flabby legs,
and feel my cock soften inside
your clammy cunt,
still twitching and biting,
as if to incite
another hour
of wavering consciousness.

i am willing, and partly able,
to submit to the pleas
of your flesh.

“pass me the whiskey, and my belt”

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