White Trash

White Trash
The room is a valley of filth.
Soda cans, chip bags, panties and bras,
strewn about the used needles and capsules.
She calls me, I hear it in her voice, the need
I know this kind of white girl,
I know her man too, he works ten hour shifts.
At the grocery, hustles, to support their habit,
a regular of mine, I come over, in my hard shoes,
don’t want to step on shit, hits and a pole in my pocket,
I give her one quick.That’s that good shit, watching her eyes roll back
I spread a fresh sheet on the bed, lie down, she takes it out,
runs her mouth up and down the 10 inch shaft
tickling the tip with her tongue, licking like ice cream. Slow, savoring,
I’m videoing it all on my phone, her green eyes looking up
at me, her cat on the nightstand eyeing us something vicious
at this betrayal of her dad, the bitch deepthroats
all ten inches of that chocolate stick, looking at the cat
like you better not tell, you better learn how to act.
Then she goes at it crazy, like she starving, hungry for this food.
My balls ache for release on this fool bitch’s face —

The phone rings, she answers, puts it on speaker
my stiffy still in the corner of her mouth, it’s her man,
I smack that cheek with my hand, then that fat ass
says he’ll be home in an hour. Mmm mmm hhmmm,
is all she says as I force her head down to my hairy balls,
that sweet slut spit dripping down my thighs, make it sloppy bitch!
That long blonde hair wrapped around my hard knuckles.
None the wiser, he says love you babe, love you too she mumbles back
As I bust the fattest nut of my life, coating her teeth, pink lips and cheeks.
Love you too I say as she licks up the creamy mess she made.