Flip off the lights.
Drop that robe and come here.
Show me some skin.
Take the phone off the hook
so we can't be disturbed.
I don't want to be interrupted.
Be quiet as I'm lifting your legs above my head
high enough to kick God in the nuts.
Try not to scream while I'm fucking
you like a rabbit,
while my tongue poses as a ship exploring the
treasures of the inner you.
I've got nipples like radio knobs.
Fingers inside your candy ass.
Sit upon my chocolate dick like a King's throne or
drink from it and live eternal.
Hey, where’d you go?
You were typing so loud before.
Based on the scenario in my head,
I held a knife pressed against your Adam’s Apple
forcing you to slow it down.
You have a big nose.
I like a big nose on you.
I want to kiss it.
I want to suck it.
I want it, a nose like that.
Love the way it curves out into the world.
Did you go have dinner?
What did you eat?
What time do you think they close this place up?
So where are you from?
Just trying to break the ice
on a Saturday night.
You lonely too?
Me too.
tattoos etched into milk-white flesh
a monkey on his chest
heart on the lower end of his back
want to cut my favorite one out of your skin
tape it in my journal as a souvenir
stick a dirty sock in your mouth
lisp turns me off
makes my hard cock soft
spit and slobber in your hole at last
lift those legs & give me that ass
Shane Allison has been published in over sixty magazines and journals including online journals such as Gnome and The Doomed City. His first book, Black Fag, is now available from Future Tense Books.