Blackjack
“Wrong is right,
right is wrong”
—Ted Hughes
“The Black Bird,”
Birthday Letters
You were my big bad Jailor—
Your jizzy big dick imprisoned me
You nursed it ever so manly—
All those Cambridge girls you knew
You played at being Campus Gigolo—
You had your entourage of lovers
Sliding your big dick inside me—
Making me flutter my virgin eyelids
You were my Dungeon Master—
My pussy craved your Rack and Screw
You made me weep and beg for it—
I had no shame always chasing you
I was like a famished Robin Redbreast—
Pulling your thick worm outta your pants
You were surely God’s gift to women—
Wrapping their legs around your neck at night
Your bed was my prison cell—
My life sentence was falling for you
I’d do it all over again—
Even knowing what I know now
I was just a young dumb Fulbright fuck—
Your demonic prong had me entranced
Your manly Moors Heathcliff cock—
Veiny thick Yew tree deep inside me
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