Aqeel Parvez

the silver-tongued casanovas sticking their lying cocks into slippery cunts 

she was late, 2 minutes, 
to the date — 7.02pm 
and she apologised. 
I appreciated her 
candour. later 
back at hers after 
some foreplay 
she told me she 
was a virgin and 
I thought of breaking 
it off then. her first 
some sick fuck like 
me who wasn’t 
planning on sticking 
around. she was a great 
girl mind but she didn’t 
fit my type. she was 
a church girl for 
chrissakes. a different 
kind of Sunday service. 
she never 
said a word when  
I took the lord’s name in 
vain. she was hooked on 
the idea of a future. 
she wanted the lies, 
she’d believe them. 
a relationship, all the 
familiar tropes. the silver 
tongued casanovas 
sticking their lying cocks 
into slippery cunts. and 
here I was, a hypocrite 
doing the same thing. 
I was filling a need, a 
consumer in a consumer 
culture; I was becoming 
a marketing machine. 
and I knew it wouldn’t 
last so I grabbed her 
phat ass with both hands 
and stuck my wet tongue in 
deep. I never fucked her 
though. did us both a 
favour.