slick petals

slick petals
tasting the suck
touching the moan
pushing gush 
stretching thrust
nowhere left to be
drowning me sweetly
please

feeling us bleed

quivering passion spoken mouthfuls
many gods names screamed
swallowing breaths
searing skin
inside you
on me
feeling us bleed

it defines you

it implies you
eclipses you
no...recreates you

I don't detest you because you have it
but because it's all you are
it defines you

it's all you can see
and others lack of it

your love of money

fuck you

grasping echoes

grasping echoes in my heart
touching nothing that was something
reaching used to yield your warmth
now the reach is all I have left

from winter's embrace

from winter's embrace
your arms protect me
your lips comfort me
your folds warm me
your cum melts me
you just saved me

the Demon's Pet

in the gloom ahead
thick murk breeds
a form in the peripheral
a shadow at first
a man or thing
with studded leather skin

turning his head he blinks
his eyes glare
two beams of jade cut the darkness
touching me
his mouth curls an awful grin

a strap in his grasp
in the fog just below
leashed to a stunning collard woman
she cries
on her hands and knees

he yanks hard
raising her torso
he points
she looks at me
quiet desperately

with a snort
he puts a hoof in her back
shoving
releasing her
the sound of soft flesh slapping stone
she runs on all fours towards me

a quandary 
should I flee
or help this beautiful vision

looking up at me she says save me
touching my ankle with fright in her eyes

how can I help you against such a nightmarish beast

I'll show you the only way
the demon watches intently

unzipping my pants
I grow hard in her grasp
she straddles me
her wet so hot it burns
riding me hard
she says give me your seed

I can't help it
I can't stop
I thrust into her
I shoot in her deep

you did well
you've helped me
I'm quite pleased

turning to the monster
she nods

he charges forth
thank you he says
placing his leash in my hand
with a singe it binds me
now a part of me
he tells me I have a new master and he is free
as he runs away

she fooled me
she was the master of the beast

you're mine now
you're bound to me
and what you'll do is dominate me
you'll fuck me and do what I need for as long as I please
you're the master of your master
till you find your replacement then you'll be free

there's no time to waste
a new venture to begin
we've places to be and things to see
you'll use me
tease me
and ride me
incredibly

at those words I grow hard
and yank the leash
and order her to come to me

drawing his throb

from her dewy web
a silken thread finds him
drawing his throb
to the hot glistening
between her spread limbs
sucking it dry

to bliss

your skin covers me
writhing in your spit and slick
your hair sticking in my sweat
our bodies slapping
you drain me
to bliss

moist whispers

trembling ache
moist whispers
embarrassed and excited
primal lust
dripping
fighting your want
giving in to explosive release

so far away

so far away
two feet of sheet between us in the night
I scream with frozen lips unheard
the curves of your unyielding back mock me
touch me

I die happily

panties soaked
lust unbearable
aching
she hunts
finding me
taking me
ruling me
fucking me to death selfishly
I die
happily

killing him happy

dripping wet
can't wait any longer
craving hardness inside her
finding it
fucking him
killing him happy
second death this week

our rendezvous

we meet again
our rendezvous
once a week
we dance
we kiss
we fuck
without speaking
without touching
our rendezvous
once a week

sweet and slick

your creamy center
sweet and slick
in the car
at work
or at home
no matter where
spread your thighs
your cream I want to lick

the space you once filled

in bed
I miss the space you once filled
your heat next to me
now all that's left is pressed sheets
your emptiness next to me

on the floor I lay

straddling me
until you drink my seed
a crumpled piece of skin on the floor I lay
until next time
you unwad me
to use me again

why try

we've tried so many times
our love it's poison
it burns our eyes
blurs our minds
eats our insides
our love is genocide
why try

the end is a new day

fighting our ending then accepting
going our separate ways
finding such relief instead of dread
the end is a new day of many

use me

use me
like I don't matter
except for the one moment
when nothing else does
except for what I can do to you
again and again

your body is mine

your breath on my neck
your spit on my face
your nails in my skin
your legs wrapped around mine
your hips pound into mine
your body is mine

it keeps me awake

oh it's been so long
but so worth the wait
to feel your wetness tremble
and make you shake
how I know they'll burn
it keeps me awake

which will we face

the lure of the future
the hold of the past
the new year before us
the old year behind us
before or behind
which will we face

sweet regret

at just the right time
in just the right space
to weight me
to sink me
to erase me
until
all that's left of me
is sweet regret

how many times

how many times must we fail
before we see the answer
the one before our eyes
we refuse to see
until it's too late
too late to see

whispering warnings

cold wind calls my name
dark night taps my shoulder
whispering warnings of her
pretending I don't understand
she leads me to my doom again

the sunset

I used to like watching the sunset with you
now I would like to watch
the sunset on you

it's so thick

your wet folds
oh so slick
they pull me in
when I get near
when you cum
you do it so quick
you do it so much
and it's so thick

be glad I let you

I slap your ass
each time
drawing you closer
closer to cumming
you beg to
not yet I say
you'll cum then
and be glad I let you

in your window

in your window
I see you
oh what a view
laying in bed with covers askew
totally nude
pumping wet fingers
do you want to screw

this nightmare

this nightmare
again and again
being chased
never ends
until I realize I'm awake
reality is mine to mold
mine to control 

your cream

your cream
it's what I seek
as it drips
to follow it's trail
coating my tongue
its bliss
but your price
its my cream you seek

you cum for me

you cum for me
when you can't get relief
from the one you're with
you cum for me
for no strings relief
you leave till next
you cum for me

destination approaches

destination approaches
how different we are now
when we first set out
we couldn't wait to arrive
now I wish we could start over

the look you gave

the look you gave
is not the look you give now
because you give no look at all
not anymore
now all I have is the look you gave

Oh Picasso

why Picasso
do you not visit me
the way you used to

you gave my brush a push
with your unseen hand
opened my eyes again

my brush no longer dances
it stands still
instead of paint
it’s dipped in glue

please come see me old friend
free my brush so I may speak through it again
I miss you Picasso

war plane

on a dank cloudy day 
in the cockpit of my plane 
in the clouds I wait 
for the command 
to drop more bombs 
give our enemy their fate 

hours roll by 
the radio is quite 
no voices 
not even static 

something is amiss 
the gauges have stopped 

the sound is not right 
in fact there is no sound 
not at all 
no sound from the engine 
no explosions to be heard 

I take a close look 
the scenery is the same 
it hasn't changed 
but it's all wrong 

it’s sitting still like it’s been paused 
the bombs 
the explosions 
in the air they hang 
like a photograph 
along with the plane 

if we won't end the war 
than something else apparently will 
it did 

moments become years 
in the air I hang 
never starving 
never ageing 
never changing 
just thinking 

something stopped this war 
but gave it to us 
perpetually 

the dead spider and bee

I saw a dead spider
trying to breath

even though it was too cold
a bee came to see

help me the dead spider began to plead

I can't said the bee intrigued
you'll catch me

I won't said the spider
you'll see
take these webs and bind me
please help me to breath

the bee took them and bound her legs
all eight real tight
so the dead spider couldn't catch the bee

kiss me
breath life into me
the spider did plead

unsure but free
the bee kissed the dead spider
to help her breath
for pretty was she

but the dead spider tricked him
instead of kissing
she ate the bee
not to breath but to feed
she was quite pleased
to be full as can be
and fooling the bee

the spider wasn't as clever
as she thought herself to be
not only did she eat the bee
but she ate his sting

now a dead spider for real was she
a lesson for all to see
no matter how pretty a spider may be
there's no guarantees
beware of fangs
and don't wait too late to sting

the seam unseamed

once on the swing I noticed a seam 
in the sky it wasn't a dream 
because it's been seen it unseamed 
everything unraveled 
even the swing and me 
I'll miss that swing

no more left to woe

looking into sleep glass 
reflection goes unheeded 
dissipating glimpsing dread 
forever not returning 
forever not remembering 
tired and burdened 
laying down accepting 
fates final blow 
deaths touch reaches 
no more left to woe

Fucking never Touching

from the other side of the line 
beginning slight tremor 
voice quivers 
breathing hastens slackens 
wet sounds shaking 
signal weakens strengthens 
can't touch despairing 
member hardens lengthens 
seeking release explosion 
inside slick folds implosion 
not seeing imagining 
screaming 
cumming 
hanging up 
calling soon

the Paper Demon chapter two

<-Previous

by Eelun Phetmoore

Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!

Last-night I discovered something very disturbing about myself. I either I have a serious sleepwalking problem or I'm being possessed. I don't really believe in possession so it must be a sleeping disorder. The weird thing about it is I know it stems from what I'm drawing and I also know full well I'm going to draw it again tonight. I can't help myself. I'm compelled to. Whatever the outcome good or bad I'm still going to do it because I can't stop. After a week or so the seriousness of the situation wears off until it just becomes a curiosity.

~~~~~

The next few weeks are pretty uneventful. On a Saturday I ask my mom if she can take me to the store to get a new art pad. I finished the old one off the night before, it was so frustrating not being able to draw “her.”  I almost started drawing on notebook paper, but I couldn't bare the thought of the blue lines going through her.

We get back from the art store around 3 pm, I go right to my room and start drawing. I bought some charcoal this time to see if I could add more depth to my drawings.

Before I know it, it's 8 pm, getting dark, and I've already finished the first page. The demon almost looks sad in this picture. She's nude as usual but solemn. Most of my other pics of her she's making a very seductive expression. Don't get me wrong, she's sexy as hell even sad. I get hard every time I draw her and I bet I've masturbated 4 or 5 times a day since the first picture. Haven’t had no more wet dreams or woke up thinking someone was wrapped around me since last month.

School hasn't been too bad. No run-ins with Autumn. I've seen her a few times from far away, but no eye contact; so no trouble. I can't believe I have to avoid her. Bitch.

I'm about halfway through this art pad now. Going at this rate I'll be finishing one a week.

~~~~~

I've walked down this road a thousand times and I've never seen that. It's got to be new, but when would they have built it? I go through here nearly every day and saw no construction. Where the old oak tree had been chopped down when I was a kid, there is a black object attached to the old stump. Short in the front and tall in the back, with a rounded hole in the middle. Nobody around right now, I step off the road, into the grass. No sign of tools or equipment....wait a minute. The closer I get to this thing, it doesn't even look man made. It looks like it grew out of the stump. Instead of a hard synthetic surface like I thought before, getting a closer look, it seems organic, but it's black. Short nubs that might be the beginnings of limbs growing in random areas. I walk around it again to examine the opening. The only part of the whole thing that isn't smooth. It's actually quite bumpy. Like an idiot I reach in to touch it to see what it feels like. When my hand makes contact something sighs and the surface moves from within, scaring the shit out of me.

It sounded feminine but..... “Jon, touch me again. Pull me from this stupor.” It was so faint, I'm not sure If I even heard or imagined it.

I'm freaking out now. “Did you.....is there somebody in there?”

“I need you to touch me again. I can't seem to wake up”

I start to back off.

“No, please help me. I just need you to wake me up. Please. I promise I won't hurt you. I couldn't if I wanted to. I'm too weak and you mean so much to me.”

Weighing my choices something compels me to help. Curiosity for one, but something else altogether. Something familiar. I'm such a dumb-ass. I reach into the large hole and touch what feels like slimy snakes but different; more animated than alive. Trailing my hand upwards where they converge my finger enters an opening.

“Ahhhhhh” the voice whispers.

The mass shudders. The hole is wet, hot, and tightens around my finger as I try to pull it out. The suction is powerful; the more I pull the stronger it becomes and instead pulls me in further up to the wrist. There's moments when it seems to weaken and I can almost get my hand out, then the suction amps up again, sucking me in further. My arm is buried almost to mid-forearm now. I'm starting to panic. It's taking all my strength to remain stationary and I'm already so tired, my legs are shaking. An occasional car drives by on the road behind me, but my yells are unheard or ignored. I hope this thing doesn't try to pull me all the way in or even worse; there's something down in there waiting to maul me.

The worst things run through my mind as my energy and strength falter. With one last show of strength I yank with everything I've got. I free my hand to the first knuckle then get sucked back in. We repeat this several times as the voice starts moaning and the opening leaks a whitish, semi-opaque liquid. Putting both my feet up on the mass, my arm gets sucked in passed my elbow. I yank one more time with all I've got and finally free myself, flying through the air from the inertia of the release, a long string of the liquid connected to my hand from the opening. The mass shakes violently, the nubs thrashing, as the voice from within screams “YES, YES, YES........” over and over again until everything settles down. The object quits moving and the voice is silent.

My head still spinning, I sit upright and look at my hand. Other than it tingling and being covered in a slippery liquid, everything seems.....wait a minute, I have about fifteen or sixteen tiny puncture marks spread all over the part that was sucked in. Already black veins are showing from each puncture leading up the arm. It feels like an itching, almost as if tiny ants were crawling under my skin towards my heart. When they reach it, my vision goes blurry, and my heart grows cold, really cold. Feels like it's cracking and stops.....I fall over. My head hitting the ground a second time, but this time I'm greeted with blackness.

When I wake, the first thing I think of is I'm not dead. Then I think it must have been a dream but no, I still have the marks on my arms, although they've healed to scabs now. The clear liquid is gone, but the weird tree is still there, except it isn't weird anymore, just looks like an old dead tree now, sitting totally still.

I get up, brush myself off and head to the road leading home. The heat is really brutal and it seems worse since the incident, like my pores have closed up and I can't sweat, even though I'm covered in it.

The same phrase keeps repeating in my mind, “If you want to see me, look into the dark.”

My head is pounding, like it has a heartbeat of it's own. It's excruciating. I just need to lay down, get out of the heat. Damn, I hope mom has the air on today. It's so fucking hot. My stomach cramps and I dry-heave. The back of my throat taste like ink or poison. A convulsion hits, knocking me forward onto the hot asphalt, burning my cheek. I get up with, a stream of spit stretching from my lip to the road. Barely standing, head still exploding, I'm not going to make it home. Barely making it to the side of the road I fall again, this time face first in the dirt. It actually feels good. I'm blacking out. Anything would be better than this pain....I'm just going to take a nap for a moment, then I'll be okay.

“If you want to see me, look into the dark.”

About ten feet from me is a stop sign, in the shadow cast by it......it's her, my Aatheen. So beautiful she is. I wish I could go to her, but I can no longer move. She can't leave the shadow, but luckily with the sun descending to the west, the shadow draws closer. Maybe in another ten or so minutes. I'm just going to close my eyes until then.

Before I lose conciseness someone takes my hand.

~~~~~

"Jon...Jon!!!"

"What?" I say, a little startled.

It's my mom, staring at me like I have three heads. TV's blaring. I notice it's dark outside. What time is it I wonder? How long have I been sitting here?

"Are you okay? You've been sitting there like a zombie for hours."

"Um...I'm okay. Just tired I guess. Think I'll go to bed."

"Want me to fix you something eat?"

"What's gotten into you? You hardly ever cook anymore."

"Just thought I'd ask. You haven't been yourself lately."

"I'm okay mom. Just tired. Thanks though. Maybe tomorrow?"

"Sweet dreams."

"You too."

I go into my bedroom shutting the door behind me. I turn the radio on, lay on the bed, opening my art pad, grabbing some charcoal. A few minutes later it hits me. How the hell did I end up here? The last thing I remember before my mother yelled at me in the living room...I was laying in the dirt on the side of the street, blacking out. The holes in my arm...just little blue dots now. Looks like I poked myself with a ballpoint pen. Damn, I'm still not right. Am I dreaming this stuff up? That wouldn't explain the marks on my arms.

I start sketching. I'm not going to read too deep into this. There's nothing I can do about it anyway. I'm not going to a doctor, which will either put me on meds or send me to a psychologist or both. I'm not taking a chance on becoming someone's lab rat or taking something that might affect my creativity. I don't use drugs and I know I'm not dreaming this shit up. I always thought there was more to this world than what we see and now I think it may be proven to me. I'm seeing where this leads.

Each drawing turns out better than the last. Aatheen...my dark nightmarish lover. You're more beautiful each time I see you.

~~~~~

The house is dark. It takes a moment for my eyes to focus. It's still really hard to see but I can make out shapes. Getting out of bed...there’s debris all over the floor wherever I step. Feels like paper and something wet and slippery.  I call for my mother to make sure she is okay, but I somehow know she's not going to answer.  She's not here, at least not in this here.  This is our house but very different.  Someone may be here but It won't be my mother.

There's a faint sound down the hallway coming from my mother's room.  Heading towards it I slide in the slippery substance.  Bending down to see what it is.  I realize I'm nude with an erection.  It's harder than ever and looks like it's grown another inch.  At this rate of growth I'll never be able to have sex in a month or so, I’ll be too big to fit all of it into anyone.  The slippery substance is all over the carpet and soaked through.  Damn, I'm so horny I can't think straight, fighting the urge to touch myself.  I know if I do I won't stop with this new amped up sex drive.

Getting closer to the bedroom the sound becomes clearer.  It's moaning and gasping with a wet sloshing sound.  A wave of the liquid soaking the carpet washes across my feet to my ankles followed by another moan.  What the hell is this?  It's hot and slick with a musky smell...it's making my head swim.  My dick is throbbing and dripping.  Fighting the urge to cum with each step.  In the doorway to the bedroom now another wave of hot liquid hits my feet and ankles followed by another gasp.  There's a dark form on the bed moving rhythmically.  Tiny hot droplets hit my face from across the room.  The form tenses up, another wave hits my legs followed by another long moan.

"I can't stop Jon." The strange female voice says.  'Oh Demonith, I'm cumming again...AAAAHHHHHhhhhhhmmmmm...." then the sloshing again and another flood hits me.  Oh my Gawd, I think this may be her. I can't see very well but the feel is her.  Shit, every time she cums she floods the whole house...Fuck, I should be scared but I'm about to cum.  Every hair on my body is standing on edge.  My nerves so sensitive.

"Everything is making me cum.  The air from the fan...the feel of the blankets on my bare skin...the smell of my cum...oh hell, I'm cumming again....FFFFFFFUUUUUUUccccccckkkkkk...........!!!"  Another flood, the smell again, the sound, so hot...

"Oh my Jon, you need to cum.  Come spray your seed inside me...please."

"I can't...I won't...damn..." is all I can say.  It takes all my strength not to jump on top of her and fuck her like I want to...like I need too"

She screams again and sprays me from head to toe this time.  The heat is more than I can take, feeling my dick lurch and go numb as a huge rope of sperm shoots out of me across the room followed by another.  I collapse on the soaked carpet cumming again.

.

"Please my love.  Come fuck me, don't waste your seed on the floor.  Give it to m...m...meeeeeee....I'M CUMMING..." spraying my back and ass.  The carpet's so slick I start fucking it.  With each thrust I draw closer to her until...I'm in her reach.  She grabs a handful of my hair and hauls me on to the bed up over her.  Shit, I can see her now.  She holds me above her two or three feet.  Her veins faintly glow under her skin, brighter in her breast and between her legs, mouth and eyes.  She's strong.  I can tell she could rip me in half with a thought but I'm not scared, not at the moment anyway.  The only thing I have on my mind is fucking her and I don't care if I die doing it.

My dick looks like it's grown another inch and it's thicker too.  It's so big now it reaches my chest and it hurts like the skin is going to rip.  “I'm ready...I need inside you...I don't care if you kill me...just let me fuck you.”

“Oh my sweet Jon.  I would never kill you.  You’re my love, but my sweet...loving me does have a price.”

I reach out and grab her.  She lowers me between her legs.  “I don’t care about the price.” I say, just as the head of my dick slides inside.  As soon as it slips in she cums flooding me with hot liquid and I bury it all the way in.  I can’t believe she can take it but take she does and then some as she cums again.  She opens her mouth and buries her tongue so deep in mine I can’t breath, not like she’s kissing but actually sampling me, maybe even infecting me.  Like I said I don’t care what she does, to be inside her is all I need.

It's not how I thought it would be.  Instead of me pumping her, her pussy pumps me, it pulls me so deep then pushes me back out.  Her tits are so huge, her nipples actually burning me.  I look down where they touched, the burn marks are glowing like embers.  I see my cock as it slides out, my veins are glowing and spreading up my body just like hers.  She orgasms again as she screams and growls while her body bucks and gushes.

She starts chanting or speaking in some foreign language somehow with her tongue still buried in me.  It sounds like the words are coming from me, deep inside me and coming out of my mouth, my pores, ears, nose, even my dick and ass.  The vibration they cause resonates in my balls, they hum and scream...damn, it's going to make me cum, explode like I never have.  This may be my end when I blow this load.  All of me will come out me, out of the head of my dick inside her.  She'll consume me.

She's stops moving.  Lays perfectly still.  I can hear my heartbeat and hers beating individually at first then slowly the same, they beat as one.  Her body burns.  She says "I must ask you, is this what you want?  If you cum in me, if you give me your seed we'll form a Pact, a Pact we can never break.  You'll belong to me."

"I've belonged to you for months now.  I don't care now.  Just let me cum inside you.  I'll be yours forever body and soul.  Just let me have you this once, that's all I need."

"Oh, my silly man.  It won't be this once.  You'll be fucking me for an eternity.  You'll never leave...me."

I don't let her finish.  I'm pounding her with everything I've got.  My dick is engorged and burning ready to spew.

"Yes Jon yes...fuck me.  Give me your seed!  YESSSSSSSSSSSSS........." she screams.  "Fuck me like the slut I am, like the whore you want me to be."

I slap her face as hard as I can, then with my dick still inside I stand up on the bed, her head still on the pillow her ass held high above.  I spit on my cock, I spit on her glowing tits and her face as I fuck her, giving her all I got.

"I'm about to cum you cunt.  I don't give a fuck what happens to me but right now you're mine"  Grabbing her hair and yanking her up, I shove her head into the wall, the Sheetrock cracks.  Shoving my dick so far inside her it would kill a normal girl, but not her, she takes it."

"You're about to cum." She holds my face "Look in my eyes when you do it.  It will make it complete."

I headbutt her in the mouth and shove my dick in hard. "OH FUCK!"

"Yes, do it.  Cum in my cunt." She screams as she spreads her legs as far as they'll go.  She bites my cheek and gives it a rip then she cums right before I do, soaking me, a hot waterfall down my legs to the bed.

When I cum I open my eyes.  She looks deep inside me.  Almost sad, like I fucked up.  I slap her again as I spew into her hot cunt as she sprays onto me and I gush into her and down her legs.  I gush into her more times than I can count until there’s nothing left, of me or anything else.  Did I shoot out my soul, I wonder because I’ve never been so spent.

“You’re mine sweet lover, forever.  Don’t worry, you won't regret.  Things won't be bad for you, just different.

Barely able to stay awake I collapse into her arms.  She lifts me up and carries me to my bed.  “When you wake up this won't seem like a dream.  You’ll remember it all and you’ll have purpose like never before.”

Just before I black out she climbs on top of me and starts fucking me again.  “When you wake up I’ll be gone but you’ll see me soon.  I promise you’ll be a new man.”  She cums then I go to sleep.  The sleep of demons.

to be continued...

can they see

in a hurry
late for work you are
in the rain

didn't see the truck
that ran the light
not until too late
the one we swerved for
instead of hitting them
you slam into me
unexpectedly
they get away

the sound of tires skidding
the sound of impact
metal bending
metal crunching
an eternity in seconds
is when we meet

with a coppery taste
I get out my car 
to check
to see if you're okay

people already gathering
with umbrellas drawn
a wreck to see
a play
we're the main act

the mist settles
through cracked windshield
a vision I see
through the cracked windshield
blood and debris
one of beauty
one that stirs me
burns me
what's wrong with me
to want you
even in this state I see

opening the door
It sticks but gives with a yank
I ask you
are you okay
but you can't hear me
I touch your forehead
free your hair from your face
a breast is exposed
through ripped dress 
it heaves as you breath
beautifully
blood dripping between
between it and the other
I know it sounds obscene
but wasn't to me

I can’t help myself
shutting the door
I kiss you
kiss you hard
pieces of glass from your lips
slice mine

you awaken with a start
eyes open wide
not in shock or disgust
but pure lust
you grab my hair with your fist
you kiss me back
kiss me hard
ripping my lips
pulling me in
your tongue slides over mine
intertwines
tasting blood
mouths fucking
people watching
can they see
through the cracked windshield
blood and debris

you push me off
grabbing your dress where it's torn
you rip it more
until it lays like a sheet beneath you
completely naked
except for your shoes
more people gathering
can they see
through the cracked windshield
blood and debris


I hurry to free myself
unzipping my pants
it springs out
so hard
throbbing and bobbing for you
dripping
I take off my cloths
to be as naked as you
can they see
through the cracked windshield
blood and debris

looking at me
longingly
biting your lip
grasping my length
feeling my hard veins
you say
now
I can't wait
slide it inside me
please
fuck me
hard

looking in your eyes
I say no
but no will not do
I could never so no to you
never again

lifting your pelvis
you pull me inside
sliding with a gasp
so wet
you cum instantly
you gush
all over me
the wet is so hot
it burns
it starts from without
but goes deep within
makes me scream as I cum
bucking hard beneath me
you drink in each pearly drop

without pause we do it again and again
we switch positions
we scream
we bleed
we don’t care
if people can see
through the cracked windshield
blood and debris

we fuck and fuck
never getting our fill
we fuck until the ambulance arrives
when we get out of the hospital
we fuck more
as a matter of fact
several months later
we've not slowed down
not one bit
we're fucking now
as I speak

still I sometimes wonder
could they see
through the cracked windshield
blood and debris