Barstool

byIDfist©

Draped over the barstool
like a forgotten costume,
your ass and pussy given
to insight and purity.

But I have
no secret colors,
no metaphors,
no meanings,
no fucking answers but
the answers of flesh,
no questions but whether
to fuck you
with my tongue
my dick,
or this spike I’ve had
since the Crucifixion;

My purity is
your cries of
horror and
delight.

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