Tuesday, July 16, 2013

His Red Ribs, Glittering


“Now that it’s over” 
—Alex Dimitrov
“His Red Ribs, Glittering”

He barely moves—
yet he moves through me
like skanky tidal sludge

Let it move that way—
through me the way
big dick cum oozes

Outside the campus—
the chicken clucking
off to boring classes

He shoots his brains—
out and I get to taste 
what a woman tastes

The days hold together—
his pubes my cumly 
new runny moustache

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