Motorcycle

The motorcycle 

Rolls in me like arousal

Like a drop of blood

It rushes through

The streets and pine

In my veins

blood rushes too

???

I am like a pig

sniffing the bathroom floor

for pools of cum left

Find me in the stall

Covered in shit like Bell de Jour 

fling it on me!

In the deserted house

in the woods

I wait in a stall

in the dark

(Rolling in it)

Call me your cum pup

Do what you want to me

I'll lick up behind you

On my knees

Waiting, hungry

Eager-eyed

With tail wagging

Tumble dry low

I feel like a 

Bubble about to

Burst

A puddle

Tumbling in the sheets

I am not dry

These sheets are clean

But I am a dirty 

boy

With a dirty mind

I try not to

To put my hands down

There

I tempt myself 

With Remnants of my 

old visits

Erotica and porn

I put my hands between 

My thighs

Pushing My Stomach into

The bed

Perhaps I have to go

To the bathroom

But I want to keep

This feeling.

Stay here, glued to the bed,

Thinking of you

Wind chimes

A 

fantasy,

feather-

s fly

about

onto me