Are these expressions of pleasure Or pain? My Flesh is an abused coffee machine in an office, used To their delight, to bring their caffeine—their fix. Fill up and go, but know the effects of yellow stains on bones that used to be pure white. The addicts drink it black, Speaking with the most fowl breath, Guzzling two cups, four cups, eight cups a day. They fill up and go and always Come back. No matter what they see, this is what they see.
Erotic Poems : Fuck you like a porn star : DU Poetry
By Clementine Girl: It was saturday night, and the cement was signing autographs with filth grins. The Rat marks on the street corner described these prostitute hymns that stick in the back of my throat Boy: Don't Worry Darlin', you sad sonnets soak through me like a long-winded movie. Darlin': As the prey falls closer, the lion capped teeth spew froathy oaths of solitude. Limit my intake. Soldier stories cloak her in a cum-filled freeze frame. Girl: These Glasses are half full. Glasses are secreating stubborn infant gasps.