T. H. Cayne
1. We walk through rainy streets
and watch the prostitutes,
wondering what they do behind the curtains.
2. We see the two black girls in white undies
knocking on windows
and willing for hard cash.
3. We go inside and drink more beer and smell the sweet distant salty flavor
of used condoms, mixed with drops of heavy perfume. We don't know what we're doing there, but there is no way back it seems, and the horny distress
is so confusing. We get undressed.
4. One of them slowly erects my penis
with her pink tongue as the other much younger
girl kisses your belly and thighs with my fingers inside her.
And the all too distant music leads us further in the whore hole of the night.
5. I watch them take you while you scream, and I make drawings.
I come inside all of you till it hurts. And then
you go down on me in pain. And when you are exhausted, we pay them more to fuck each other, and they do it.
6. But this is fine because everything is
deeply hidden in the inside. And they like the cum, and the pussy juice.
And they are so nice, and taste so sweet and filthy.
7. And so did you.
8. But I liked the darkness.
9. And I miss the sight -
Not of winning.
And certainly not of you.
But still, I might.