tequila and his dick

Life, a haunting existence,
A world consumed by its own mess.
In this chaos, I am a mess too,
But dwelling in darkness won't help me through.

To keep driving amidst the strife,
I need to fill my tank with occasional life.
So I reach out to a familiar bloke,
And ask for tequila, 'neath the unspoken cloak.

He'll arrive at the station, saying, "Hey, how are you?"
And I'll respond, "I'm shit, but I need some pleasure too."
Or I may wait till we're indoors,
Tequila mixed with raspberry, excitement in our pours.

We'll drink the first sips with greed,
Diminishing nerves, invoking wild need.
He may not understand my impulsive plea,
But all I desire is a yes, satisfyingly.

"Pretty please, let me taste your delight,"
I'll ask, hoping he'll agree to the night.
I cannot predict his response in advance,
But I believe he'll comply with a fiery stance.

We'll ascend the stairs, kissing with haste,
Stripping, finding condoms in our passionate chase.
Clashing teeth, stumbling in our rush,
As I utter, "Just fuck me, no need to make me blush."

Fuck me, I've craved his touch before,
Hands on my arse, my tits, and even more.
Distract me, distract me, oh please do,
Tell me how to be, I'll become it for you.

Let me briefly escape indecision's grip,
Just ten minutes of bliss, a much-needed trip.
No need for impressing, just understanding my plea,
A man who brings a story, Magic: the Gathering, and glee.

An available, eager, nerdy distraction,
Uninvolved in the turmoil, no heart's interaction.
A man seeking pleasure, the reason unknown,
To hurt me with his passion, in his hands I'll be shown.

After sating my desire, we'll indulge in more drinks,
Pizza and this post, sharing thoughts that interlink.
With his permission, I may share our story,
Then drown in Magic, blocking all worries.

If you've read this tale, my plan went well,
A kind soul responded to my random spell.
A friendly companion, bringing joy when I badly needed,
Life may be haunted, but tequila and his dick succeeded.