To speak to her
He'd have to really shove her face in it.
He'd have to sit her down and let it all fly
past his tongue through the air.

She would have to stare deeply and intently
into his eyes as his lips did all that moving.

THE STREAMS OF FUCK COLLIDED OUTSIDE THE HOTEL ROOM
WALLS and begin to rise above the windows, slowly leaking
into the dark room. The local wildlife grew nervous, an antelope grabbed his dick
and binoculars.
The rust on her throat began to shake
and flake off onto the pink shag carpet.

The now drowning 2 are forced to be with only each other
as their cellphones zap the sea of fuck in room 227.
I'll see you again next Thursday?

09/28/2009