Lust Straddles the Grave
a nude dream
in an enclosed space humping dirt dripping over human priapism pre-rot rigor a dusty ooze front-seat fuck young mouth wide voiceless back and open brown white sugar decay hard but won’t cum see yourself bob over his pulled down shorts blondegrey peach fuzz and post-pubescent genital musk sick-sweet suck sounds of the last creamless cockhead pull-pushpush-pull off to exhale warm hands grappled for a strange empty press into breasts amber piss after the pleasure soaking seat and down into sock and sneaker someone else will until and sniff and wince and maybe understand
a free hand into oily hair a red fist the sunset finds his chest and burns a hole where I’ve kissed.
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