50 posts! I must bost. I didn’t know we got badges!
Fresh and so clean, clean
Met a tweaker, he’d been up for days.
His mind clouded by that paranoiac haze.
Unfazed, I embraced that all to familiar high.
Minutes seemed as seconds as the hours burned right by.
We twisted and turned and spun through the night.
Managing to avoid dope fueled fights.
So we kissed and tongued and fucked for ages.
If screwing was reading we’d devoured those pages.
Beads of sweat dripped down my face.
Falling, crashing dampening the place.
Now (I was) soaked and (we were) sore.
Drenched in semen and begging for more.
Time to recharge and fill up the chamber.
Mainlining makes it hard to remember.
Skin to needle, pierce the vein…
Good by sore bones, no more pain.
Energized and ready.
We rocked that bed steady.
Nailed to the floor, screaming for more.
Spread on the desk and rammed over the sink.
We fucked like animals, it was basic instinct.
The sex was phenomenal, no time to think.
Tangling his fingers with a fist full of my hair.
He pulled my head back and fucked me bare.
As he slowed his aggression to a compassionate ease.
I returned the favor, dropped to the floor and started to please.
But with all great highs there comes that low.
So I stayed on my knees and swallowed it whole.
I licked, devoured, and sucked him dry.
At one point I swear he started to cry.
He was in ecstasy, they were tears of joy.
I remember distinctly as he said “thank you boy!”
So I shot him a smirk and licked my lips.
Curled up next to him and inhaled his pits.
By this time the sun replaced the moon in the sky.
I knew then it was time for goodbye.
As I gathered my clothes and he wished me good luck.
All I could say was “thanks for the fuck.”