HEATHCLIFF-HUGHES III
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The Colossus
The Sow
Lewd Landlord
Nightshift
View of a Cadaver Room
The Manor Garden
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The Colossus
I dreamed I was Oedipus—
Blind to what was & would be
Heathcliff such a studly youth—
Sometimes he couldn’t hold it
He’d fix me in parenthesis—
Between the prongs of his legs
Easing his flesh in and out—
Between my ruby-red lips
But then suddenly losing it—
Lobbing a huge spaz gob
Right into my ogling eyeball—
Douching me with spluge
Not just a little cute squirt—
But more like a fire hose
A young horsy greedy gush—
Definitely a Royal Flush
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The Sow
Gawd only knows my deep shame—
How I became Heathcliff’s sow
He kept me his own
shrewd secret—
He kept me hid as his kept man
I was his blue ribbon oink show—
Kept impounded from public view
From dusk to dawn lantern-lit—
Behind our sunken-sty bedroom door
Something to gape at but no—
Delicate piece of blue china
I was no dolt Piglette though—
I glorified in my hog whoredom
I wasn’t blowzy, mire-besmirched
Like the other barnyard girls
I was just Heathcliff’s tenant—
His little Porky Pig concubine
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Lewd Landlord
I smoked weed and snorted—
The best Yorkshire cocaine
And my lover young Heathcliff—
Had a big Brobdingnag hog
We were totally engrossed—
Being gross and horsy de rigueur
His grisly-bristled pubes—
Mustachioed my pouty lips
With a jocular Jackoff thrust—
He thwacked my big bottom
Making me squeal like a piggy—
A most prodigious Oinky-oink
Heathcliff had no constraint—
What a naughty Landlord he was
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Nightshift
It was a heart-throbbing—
Beating-off drumming quake
Mutely banking, clanging—
Detonating obscenely
In the quiet still suburbs—
Startling all the neighbors
It shook the ground—
And rattled all the roofs
Then the thudding—
Source was exposed
It was the teenage kid—
The typical kid next door
The little sex fiend was—
Addicted to online porno
Big tittie striptease—
Shows from Las Vegas
Deep Throat movies—
Babylon Hollywood
The cops in blue—
Took the kid away
Leaving behind—
His greasy laptop
Plus Disney cartoons—
And tubes of K-Y
But low & behold—
Earthquakes continued
The awfully nasty online—
Habit had gone viral
All the local men were—
Doing online porno too
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The Cadaver Room
The cute undertaker’s son—
Inviting me over one weekend
Down into the funeral parlor’s—
Odiferous embalming room
A vinegary perfume pervaded—
The death vats full of it
The white-smocked men gone—
He showed me a cute cadaver
A young hotrod hoodlum—
Killed in a head-on collision
His nude baby-smooth skin—
So delectable to caress
He seemed simply asleep—
Naked on the steel table
I pulled back the sheet—
There he was with a boner
Me and the undertaker’s son—
Fiddled with the erect schlong
It was pale orchid purple—
Like bruised blue china
So delicate and desolate—
It bent shyly to the right
It had a purple sheen like—
The tattoo on his shoulder
I couldn’t help but—
Straddle it for an hour
Pretending I was his cute—
Distraught greedy girlfriend
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The Manor Garden
The honeymoon is over—
The heather is blooming purple
Heathcliff has dumped me—
Down into the deep well
My visit lasted a month—
A quickie Las Vegas marriage
What a Landlord he was—
Wuthering Heights boyfriend
Down the broken path—
Back to my rented shack
Full of Wuthering Slights—
Will he ever ask me back?
Young Landlords can be—
Such fickle motherfuckers
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