"I may kill you after all this.
You’ll wind up losing 20 pounds
before I’m done with you.
You’re such a dirty old man,
the way you cum on my face
(and make me beg for it)
And you sweat like a pig!
It drips into my eyes and stings
and I smell like you for hours afterwards;
you’re just so disgusting,
I love it."
All you need is to wiggle your ass
right up against my cock.
You can feel my pulse
while I get hard inside you –
did you want to know how my heart beats?
You never do.
But against a wall in whites-ville,
late at night with the rats and drunks,
we’ll find a dark corner
where I’ll play cupid
and pierce your heart from deep inside;
I’ve always wanted to know how your heart beats.
and when you’re done,
with cum dripping out of your ass
into your well thought out panties,
I will pretend I didn’t find your heart
and all of it is meaningless.
I’ll write you a hundred poems,
no more than any other love,
and wait for the executioner’s work to be done.
You’ll keep them and wonder
just what became of me,
after the executions.