I used to know a pretty lady
But then things went all the way south
On parting, smug, I baited her: at least
She couldn’t unsuck my dick from her mouth
Now, let’s be clear, reader dear,
My peen’s pretty clean.
I mean the memories we made with it
Cannot be readily unseen.
Anyways, back to my story
She was struck, truly shook.
Her lips convulsed, struggling, hooked.
But my smirk was all it took
For rage indignant to burst forth.
Words flew, intent on my hubris shorn.
Her siren-song brimmed with purpose
Like back when she tooted my horn.
I feigned a silent yawn. Deafening.
Telling her she was a bore.
“Asshole!” She swore loudly, “Fucker!”
“Yes!” I shot back, “I’m a veritable man-whore!”
If I could, I would indeed, and truly
Be Genghis Khan of the South.
Have 10% of the world’s progeny
Tied to my dick in their mother’s mouth.
My outburst took her unawares, again.
She choked on a sob in shock.
A familiar sound from, you guessed it,
When she used to gag on my cock.
Resigned, gathering her things, quiet.
Consigned to memory. The bitch stole
One final long look, one final long breath
Like she’d when she throated my pole.
Afar, her silhouette blurred, I turned.
Eyes burned. It was hazy still.
Like the fog of bliss descendant
After she’d swallowed all of my spill.
Her loss, I grimaced at her fading footsteps.
Braced, meaning to wipe my slate clean.
I’d been, I realized then, touching my eyes,
Playing unwitting host to a sheen
Of tears?! Ha! Fat chance! Tears?
My thoughts were a complete drouth
Save one: Regret, of a love lost, eternized
With words of my cock in her mouth
AMAZING