January 25, 2023
The F**k. (First Draft)
I appreciate you’ve probably never wanked to a poem before. Just broadening your horizons.
It happened on a WednesdayIt shook you like a theft, And any appetite You had was Satiated when I left. If I meant it then I did it If I Said it then I lied. I fucked for Fun Then fucked you Seriously, Nothing left to Hide. I fucked you madly Fucked you shamelessly With no Pretence or pride. I like to fuck-you in a way that Maybe someday you’ll remember Maybe One day You’ll be someplace On some weekend in December and The chill that licks your spine Will be a parting gift Of mine; And every time a wind wicks Through you Maybe you’ll recall The time: When I was Wrapped around your ego With my Legs around your neck When all your cards were on the Table I Had plenty in my deck, I had plenty in reserve I had that unrepentant nerve I had the tongue to Wreck your ship I fucked you; Just as you Deserved.