untitled

Nothing

To

Do on this day 

But fuck

So we chill

In

The park

Listening

To birds chirp

And cars rumble

The trees

Distance us

From most people

Standing 

in a loose circle

We jerk 

Our cocks

Excited 

with stimulation,

We orgasm

In unison

page 22

leaping

Off the edge 

And leaving 

The hot air balloon 

empty

we feel wind 

Under our 

crotches

Streaming up our 

bodies 

It’s a short thrill

Before

We have to pull

And let 

The bags ablaze 

Then we’re 

pulled back

And flailing goes

Our legs

We are

falling like dandelion seeds

Landing 

on bales 

of hay 

That we had covered 

in plush blankets

And it’s 

just us so

We can stay naked

Enjoying 

the picnic

We also set up

I feed you

a vegan

Hot dog

And you give me

vegan roast beef

Salty

before sweet

desert is 

Whip

cream and 

Strawberries

that 

drip

down our

Chins 

the flavor

Again 

enters your mouth 

with 

my tongue 

and the real

feast has 

just begun

as we 

dig in 

to 

the evening 

compact mirror

Looking

At myself

In the compact

Mirror 

Of my car

I adjust to

See the angles,

The facets

And cut

My eyes

To look

In the convex mirror

On the side 

the glass

Above

Looking 

at myself

Put on 

lipstick

The small light shines

And the glare

Of my eyes is bright 

in the dim, muted dark

I watch

A person behind 

me pump gas

I shut 

The visor

like a compact 

mirror

Spreading the 

lipstick 

even

By

puckering

seconds 

before 

you enter 

watching

from the rearview 

mirror 

I put the key

in the 

ignition

sneaks/ dominance/ shoes

Something

About 

Fucking me

With his sneaks on

Screams

Dominance

The way he leans

On my ass

And his feet are so wide,

At an angle 

I’m on my knees

Of course,

Taking it doggystyle

And more and more

He’s pushing it into 

Me,

Thrusting fast

Until he busts

his fat wad

Of cum

And grunts

Before getting up

And Leaving me / 

on the floor