- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Maggot Opus
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Releasing slime my cock explodes my deed done my episode merely one of many. Hard Liquor has me rolling in this shit again; free in the moment committing incredulous acts of whoredom.
Next day my head pounds and my flesh is bruised; to think back yields only blackness yet my actions must have been wrong. Signs of bindings, blood in a corner along with crushed cans and endless piles of prophylactics. My instant of regret is met with a guzzle of another bottle of brown poison; my fingers dial some tits and ass.
Pain in the cock, stretched vaginas and the tune of slapping fleshwith moans as vocals . Acrid stench but not until the mornings consciousness with the shower nozzle curing and simultaneously resembling my twitching dick in its spurting; a reflection of this lustful cycle.
