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You just sat there, didn't you?

by Johnny Crimson

If I press your stomache softly
will your mouth award me with love,
Or are we talking chunks of dissapointment?

How can I eat someone who does not want to be consumed?

I'm really just scales,
split tongue,
and dick.
The hair and teeth are plainly just for show.

I crave you in dreams you are not even in,
and I can feel the dew you leave on my sheets in the morning.

I wish you were slime,
so I could slam you against the wall
without making you infertile.
So that way,you being garbage,
Is the only way you would let me fuck you.

How long can we play a game,
that you know nothing about?

Having never met,
what difference does murder make?

For the sake of cum and cement
I believe you're getting to know me.
We should do this again sometime,
you've only filled up three buckets of...

04/16/2007

Posted on 04/17/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Boulender on 04/17/07 at 02:42 AM

i dont like the word chunks but i will forgive you because i agree with the first stanza. i like the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth and the whole thing and what a lovely end. you know whats weird? you and mike sabino always post at the same time. creepy.

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