Eat It Now, Taste It Later

by February 13, 2010 0 comments

(another ludicrous confessional poem regarding the connoisseur’s high class pussy and imported beers.)

I see you. And before you’ve ever noticed me eyeballing you, it is too late. I know what you look like naked, safely hidden away from the unwanted gaze of prying eyes within the M. C. Esheresq confines my corkscrewed imagination we’ve just finished having sex we are laying on our backs naked next to each other. I am enjoying the post coital cigarette blowing smoke rings around your nipples idly watching the blue grey plumes of smoke drift down across the landscape of your body as you lay beside me sated smiling sleepily too tired to smoke. What I lack in youthful enthusiasm I more than make up for with experience when I am finished with you there is no country left undiscovered. I am so … thorough, that years from now when you are masturbating with your favorite dildo; a big purple latex monster you sardonically named Barney; sloshing through the primordial swamp between your thighs, your eyes closed your vibrator humming your favorite song, let’s get in on, it will be this night you will be thinking of. when you are married and have your prerequisite 2.5 children with some other man. when the two of you make passionless love without conviction out of habit. because you settled for him and he settled into this routine. when you won’t end the dead relationship or have an affair, not out of fidelity but out of fear. because now that you are no longer a nubile you are afraid of what another man will think looking at your middle aged spreading woman’s body. Everywhere you look all that you can see are the tight bodied young girls who miraculously keep getting younger and tighter while you’re only to be able to continue getting older and slacker beneath your loosening skin. when there is no one else around and nothing better to do when you are no longer giving pity fucks but receiving them, after all the years of the grudge fuck, the fast fuck, the fist fuck and the fuck fuck when all of the stellar fucks are nothing but fading memories and the only good fucking you get now is at your meaningless job where you fucked over by dumb fucks who don’t give a flying fuck about you. when you get fucked up a the company Christmas party and get caught in the underground parking lot bent over the hood of your bosses jaguar fucking the guy who works in the mailroom. pity you forgot about the surveillance camera and now that video is on the internet just goggle indecent acts dot com look under sloppy drunk fucks your getting thousands of hits a day. when men who once sniffed your panties just to inhaled the sweet scent of your power now scratch and sniff at your crusty old crotch and wrinkle their noses their faces puckered as if they had just gotten a whiff of that milk that you left in the refrigerator long past its sale date. When the connoisseurs of vintage pussy no longer sip from your furry cup as if you were a bottle of fine champagne. But now pour you into the gut as if you were a forty ounce of cheap malt liquor that you drink with a brown paper bag still covering it. when your old man eats your pussy as if he were eating at the chow hall in boot camp with a drill instructor standing over his shoulder shouting eat it now taste it later. when your lover drunkenly slams their beer gut against yours for hours until you are raw, bloody and bored. whenever you need a man in order to make you come you will think of me and remember this one night together and then your orgasm will come breaking over your body with all of its crushing power like the great wave. right now in the theater of my imagination we are full Grande delecti mid coitus and you see the faraway look in my eyes and ask naively enough “what are you thinking about?” I look into your eyes mask my lust with a discreet smile before I lie and tell you “nothing”. It doesn’t matter whether you are the cop who gave me a ticket for speeding, the senator running for president, the judge sentencing me to time in the county, the nun floating through the cloistered corridors of the hospital, the waitress in the weeds or the bartender pouring my drinks. Right now, All I want is your pussy.

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