3

"Stop being a drama queen!"
Shrieks the bisexual thespian
From under the covers
Of his humble apartment
Upper West in
Manhattan

I let your
mandible twist
for a while,
quiet
desperate
While I'm strapping up
and jeering you
to continue,
but
I'm feeling stale
with existence
lately

Undress

I watch,
as
Change passes swiftly through your nostrils
And wafts in again through your mouth;
I hold my knees laughing and dancing
Because that's all I know how to do anymore
Without remembering
Love

So it goes

I'll shove it
Down
Your throat
Later, when
I'm stiff in bed
Rubbing his back
Sucking his dick
While you're apologizing
And complimenting my breasts


The filthiest boy in the city