What’s my hook? I ponder as I cook, Do I have a hook today? And this is what the right side of my brain had to say:
I have a hook
in your mouth
I could put
to sink my line…
have you swallow
being caught
ALL FOR ME
and I’d EAT you
SUCKED IN WHOLE
I lick my lips in remembrance of the man I used to know, the one I never caught, the one who owns my heart.
Oven HOT,
baking again,
handmade icing
SLOW dripping
down my fingers,
my tongue licking
palm to tip
to clean the drips,
in my mouth
the WHOLE digit
I stick,
sucking the sweetness
with a tongue-
scrubbing wipe
to end with a silent
swallow-swish,
and while savoring
the flavor, a moan
vibrates my lips,
eyes roll CLOSED,
OH…OH…OH…
You pop in,
turning on my tongue
till you POP OFF!
My eyes again OPEN…
Just like that, since the days of us as kids sitting in the pews at the Catholic Church, when I least expect it, You pop in and out of me AGAIN AND AGAIN, turning my innocence to sin.
“And I laugh!!!” Cackles the Devil within.
I held this through the bustle of days since last I wrote to you, but the moon whispered loud, “Indulge for a moment! Make me proud!”
Bright orb overhead
Shines open my portal
WIDE warmed slick.
I wait your coming…
A swollen thick dick
Sqeezes into my portal
Electric tingles humming
PUSHING PULLING PULSING
Fucking fast through
all time, me and you.
I don’t want to be unlucky for you. Do you see me?
I’m messy, damaged, even ugly at times, and to tell you bits of my life might just curse your luck.
Instead, I want, nay I need to be your fantasy! I want you to rub me, massage yourself, the fun is when you cum!
I want to be good for your health!
Think of me as your good fuck-luck charm, and that way, I can never do you harm.
