Dreaming of Hemphill in my dream

It seemed a dream
And in truth that’s
All it was
The standard of things
Wished for.
A begging thought
Below the belt
With legs thrown up
Ready for the fuck
His mission was strong
To fuck me the whole night long
And what of me
My pale flower
Wet with pre cum
Caught as in a casualties
Of human lust
With lusty heart
Of beauty to endure
The cock of desperation
That pierced me to the core
I am an average man
Who in his dream
Try to understand
What does it mean
To bent my back
To his top heavy straight
And sweat the sexual
Till all his lust is spent
Within me, on me
Skin to skin
He heal my wounds
As a matter of duty
He brought me to my knees
Of all my former lovers
And the revolution that brother Beam
Spoke of is realized
In the cause of sexual brothers
Who inherited their
Sexual appetite from the egg of their mothers

by David E. Patton

you texted me from the airport
not a 'i miss you'
not one ounce of warmth
just 'let's fuck'
the day you got back
and your fiance is back home
but your text vibrates my pocket
and she leaves
you come and i'm thinking of her
he's thinking of you
and you're thinking nothing

by Shannon Peil

The Sideway View

Twisted tension
Tangled tongues
Irregular heartbeat
Expanding lungs
Desperate restraint
Sweat pricked skin
Mirage of heaven
Drowning in sin

Too early to start
Too late to stop

Needs are human
This hunger is not.

by Beverly Orloff

My Poor Little Twat

Every morning, I inspect my poor little twat
I wonder with horror of what I caught
holding a mirror between my spread legs
may the blisters disappear my pussy begs

You screwed me, bruised me, making me squeal
you laughed out loud like it was no big deal
you pushed up my legs forcing my nose to one knee
Calmly you said I have an STD

I actually enjoyed the hard rough ride
because you were so good I'll take it in stride
It isn't easy being a whore
no matter what cums up I always want more

Every evening, I inspect my poor little twat
excepting I have herpes and hey! so what
Do I tell this guy what's up in my slot
with a dick that big? Absolutely not!

by D. Newman

At a Loss for Words

what do you say
about the word
fuck?
it just sits
there
brown & wet
spit on the
floor
the tongue
retracting
the smile
of fat
success
what do you say
back at the word
fuck?
hung in front
of you
smearing you
in its musk
its natural
lewdness
all over
all over
what can you say?
what can you say?

by Eli Richardson

SHIT DITCH

I’m standing in a shit ditch
I don’t like standing in a shit ditch
I don’t like the smell of the shit ditch
I don’t like the people I’m standing with in the shit ditch
I don’t like how I got into the shit ditch
But I don’t wanna get out of the shit ditch
Because I’m afraid of the unknown.

by Stanley "Hawk" Hawkens