Just one more kiss upon your lips causes
the blood to stir. Little light tonging flicks
like so — like so — and your hardness rises
to meet me until, with licks upon licks,
your juice starts to run. Two of my fingers
slip and slide around the edge of your ass.
I warn you: your bum will be a martyr’s
graveyard before I’m done. I will trespass
in deep — to the knuckle — in your anus.
Milton warned us about this. Dictating
to his daughter the sins of male-on-male
flesh. I’m sure she spent many a restless
nightmare sandwiched between Morning
Star and Urel: male-on-male-on-female.
I’m beginning to think you would have made a much better Marquis de Sade than Geoffery Rush did in “Quills.” Keep on keepin’ on, to quote the Temptations song that is playing on my computer as I write this.
ch3mical r3nt boy said:
thank you, my friend, thank you