Strange. There’s a small army of us who give
blowjobs to strangers. Like Sucka MCs
or a ten year old with a homemade shiv,
you can’t tell just by looking as we breeze
by you on the street, in your office, out
on the playground. All our worlds are complex,
and so are we. Maybe on a stakeout
at a gloryhole, bathrooms and blind sex,
then you’ll tell—-when you hit a contralto,
like in movies—-each time you orgasm.
A tad crude, but to the point. Then you’ll tell
who is who. All us boys and girls who know
your taste and laugh at you because you cum
and call yourself an erotic rebel.