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potheadette

12 Tuesday Sep 2017

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Words that rhyme with grunt: we’ve been friends so long,
forthright, strong: rumble of vowel. I’ve throat-

fucked you so much that we’ve made your diphthong
skip groove. That noise that you make, that keynote.

It’s odd when the only thing in-between
me and our stranger is a ribbed condom.

Because we lured, with hash cakes, with obscene
talk, your new neighbor over. A threesome

when you should’ve been at school. By the third
bite you bit her neck, her clit, called her aunt.

You might call yourself a potheadette nerd
in a niqab, we both know what you want.

That sound that you make; unfettered, sloppy
with joy; my best friend, soaking wet, gushy.

vote in lust

23 Wednesday Oct 2013

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You found her at the Double Down Saloon.
She seemed sweet, playful, but that brew, ass juice,
could make a saint out of anyone. Soon
you and your boyfriend are calling a truce
to take her home. Open relationships
work, at times. Tonight she wants to submit.
You bind her hands in silk while he unzips
her skirt, his cock deep in her throat. Her clit
pulses. Her inner walls sweat. There’s no vote
in lust, sex is not a democracy;
yet you still believe in that illusion
called free-will. He pulls out of her throat
as you strap your strap-on on; as you three
all share a moan of anticipation—-

pig roast

23 Wednesday Oct 2013

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What was awkward wasn’t the need, wasn’t
just the will, it was the way that the straight

guy made it clear that he had consented
to this only to fuck your wife. The eight

shots of vodka that the three of you split
should have loosened things up, but no. You both

take a place beside her. He will submit
to her deep throating him down. But he loathes

the thought that he might be forced to kiss you.
Perhaps she’s watched too much porn. Perhaps she’s

blind to the clues. But with your cock in her
mouth and his in her ass she grins at you

both with joy. This is what she wants: boy grease,
cum, sperm, pig roast with two men, two lovers.

genesis of lilith

15 Thursday Aug 2013

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The dull elk, all beast-eyed and slow, mounting

some sort of grotesque heifer, each nipple

as long as your thumb. She was their offspring,

or close to it. Dim-witted and docile.

Breeder. Eve. They say, “Lilith seduced her.

Lilith knew no shame.” In a world where man

was a limp failure, wouldn’t you? Lover

Of All The Flesh, She Of The Two-Heart Clan,

Girl With Locust Wings. Men who never knew

love will tell you the damnedest lies. Lilith

betrayed Eve — went down on Eve — sucked Adam’s

cum out — gagged it all down, then off she flew —

Bollocks. There is no bisexual myth

only the tale of the world’s first threesome.

gou and mao

26 Tuesday Feb 2013

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sex on the other side of the mirror is always a bit blurry

sex on the other side of the mirror is always a bit blurry

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Tonight I am alone in the mirror,
which is odd, since dark glass is where I met
you both, twins, as if you came to answer
that one question about when a duet
becomes a trio or when a couple
becomes a threesome. Two peony buds
on a branch with your dead eyes and soulful
Yangtze flexion. You taught me new methods
to cum the night both Gǒu and I slid deep
inside Māo. Inside the mirror we pinned
you to the bed, feeling Gǒu’s cock throbbing
a mere breath away from my own. I weep
now in the glass alone as the night wind
tells me love is not meant for the living.