Your mum loves anal, too, you know. Request
for your breast as you undressed met with morose
pause, flushed flesh. Your whole soul I’ve loosened, pressed
your yaw to my maw, lubed in acts of gross
indecency. She stands outside your door
watching, you know. Once she walked in on me.
“You are hopeless. It can’t be helped.” Hardcore
spermatic fizz, jazz jizz, dribbled as she
swayed. Tonight is the hour to baste your mum’s
flower, that gape that devours girls and boys
up whole. Adorned with sex flecks, cum crumbs,
call her, tell her that tonight you’ll share toys.
Tonight we’ll get off on rage, blue foxfire.
Tonight we’ll all put the ire in desire.