Fin
Collic
30 Aug, 2015 06:51 PMSweating and breathing Panting and screaming Didn't think I'd ever see him But I heard and so did you The thud and smack of the steel toed shoe Dancing to the beat of that drum Lolling head and swollen tongue A baseline A crescendo A guttural moan when the thing was done It pulled and smacked and slipped and stuck Sordid and sticky Filled with muck One last secret fuck With the plastic and the flies
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Post a Comment02 Oct, 2015 08:04 AM
I honestly really love this poem. Is there a way I can contact you about this piece in particular? I have my email in my about me and I hope you can contact me!
07 Mar, 2016 05:41 AM
Is this poem talking about a flyswatter?