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ass is precipice, fucker

foolish and hooded, no peeking,
only you are allowed to speak, moan, 
grind teeth
hold it like a rifle stock
thumb passes over moist tip
sure enough real, fleshy, firmness
supplied by warm red blood
from strong male heart
you hear
head pressed against pounding chest
moments before his best
his holstering into your sheath
the feel of his length
up from your gut
to the back of your throat
so big and gentle
for the moments before his best heave,
please, leave nail cuts
across his muscled shoulders
buttocks
torso pumping prime

roll over
hug yellow satin pillow
tender the space
left to fuck
creamy crack
this young athletic meat
and dairy 
till all men
old or young
gray or lightly browned
bleach white or black as elephant ear mushroom
upon festive plate
begin to resemble Sargasso Eel
lips to tail
tasty eats, such uncompromised
delicacy this limber reckless boy’s
tendril pound, wrap
smeared and oiled and panting,
saddled, barbed arrow wind, lost reins surging
over rocky rhinoceros horned cliff
push
push
push some more again, again, fucker 


4/12/04