Ode to An Old Friend

He was a pure element of libidinal investment. Damn those soldiers and their order and butter slickness. The thought of him in my mouth brought the real shivers and the clench and release. A real bad one. The pressure below throbs of memory my vibe a comparable size. If only you felt when I came. I call the rumble static connectricity. I'd take a shot in the mouth or if you want to ease out of that uniform and fuck me bare I like it this way inside creamed deep. Your sperm retired from service a long time ago milky white like a damaged eye or the color of tornado clouds. I like the way you look with that one gun. I loved every new gesture. You know.