Saturday, February 5, 2011

ode to sasha grey

you are never clean
neither before you arrive on my screen
or when your smiling face shows the gleam
of male spunk and a liter of squirted sex industry stream

you started your adult career early, at eighteen
deliberately chosen, there's no legal reason to intervene;
besides, you fuck like a machine
without making it look routine

dainty, lean, milky-white figurine
forget what i said about not being clean
i attribute that to religious guilting
and me not totally severing that string

i've seen the luminescent sheen that cock retraction from you brings
plus, you owned the milk enema scene

1 comment:

  1. for anyone who may have read this straight away, lines 11-12 are edited additions that make this writing more circular.
    still won't keep some folks from thinking the most accurate shape for this poem is a pentagram :)

    ReplyDelete