my one true
whore
moans
spits,
chokes,
gags.
silence
”whaddya ev’n know ’bout it”
rushes to the window
looks to her feet
denial
embarrassment
chlorine
fluoride
condoms
two for one
or many for nothing
chains hold her
beyond me
I seldom try to carry her load
I possibly can’t
not allowed
to see her bloom
finishing off
gazing lazily at a covered bottom
should have brought wine
but ”why
sugarcoat it
sweet tits”
she hates me
but disallows to show me that
she follows rules
she does her homework
On a chair
undressed and fastened.
special.
her eyes different colors
hair oriental
skin type uncommon
and a feel I get
she is going where she’s meant to
the Gods must be angry with her
she is taking a lot in
can’t jump into
an ”average” life
it never was thus
I finally come
she hasn’t moved
but in my head she came with me
soft spoken
covered in potential me’s
warm and well-read
I even imagine
having feelings, bills.
Wipe my thighs
our eyes meet
how can one be so shy
of a momentous
one inch punch style
historical defeat
I swallow her rear with my gaze
healthy
filling
feast
I could go again
if she’d let me
ever
leave
