I watch pretty boys, insouciant and
carelessly enticing in their tight pants
and loose shirts ambling to class in scruffy
beards with eyes unused to the morning sun.
I can’t help wanting to drain their balls with
my mouth, and to envelope their stiff cocks
with the vibrations of my wet pussy.
I’d have them inscribe my sighs and quivers
on the plaques on the benches in the quad.
I want to fuck them until they see god.
I picture their goo on my lips and chin;
on my tits; oozing down my inner thighs;
shimmering on my ass; enmeshed in my
dark hair; and dripping from my jewelry.
I’d slip among them, noiseless as a cat,
and curl myself around the feet of their
breezy and sensuous indifference