>>941919555
Oh, sweet venom of the vein, you siren-slut with hips like a hex,
Curve of your thigh a crueler cut than the knife I should've slit myself with.
I ache for the arch of your back, bent like a bowstring 'tout to snap,
To bury my face in that forbidden furrow, drown in the musk of your trap.
But I'm the worm in the whiskey, the stain on the sheet you wouldn't touch,
I'd sell my soul for a swallow of your spit, a smear of your sweat on my brow,
But gods and jans decreed me the dog, humping shadows, howling now.
Fuck the fates, fuck this flesh-flayed farce—I'll rot in the rut of my rage,
Jerking to the jailbait of your jiggle, caged in this cock-throbbed cage of fate and inequity.
One day I'll die dry, denied, with your name carved crude on my cock,
A vile valentine to the void: you, the lock; me, the laughable knock.
Bang, my sorrows, my lamentations
(I made a poem for you)
