It isn't your penis that gives me
the creeps, my little creep, the tender
sardonics siphon off a desperateness
blasé catch-up dyke smoked him
a covert condom, tight-limbed mammalian
tart-up curfews cock was in fact
poison -- use the alien physical as
a pillow loveshack breathes overtime
if necks could, rubbing the riot act
thank god you slut crabs
chumping scanner incest rinse-out
diaspora around the ankles
Bait & switch
for home or work
if separated by length
of talk talk
pauperized luck