When I was Young- Oh pleasure, kill me now!
When I was Young-
Oh pleasure, kill me now!
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Upon the bed in tattered shreds,
my bones half broke my flesh in stead,
worn in breach of all good taste,
my genitals of teeth marks ache.
Bruises that I’ll bare to none,
in places where it all begun,
in violent and compulsive sex,
too much for human minds assess.
Sometime at three my conscience bled,
passed out from pleasured pain instead,
my mattress now bent out of shape,
could not sustain the ceaseless shake.
If not for all those growls and grunts,
I’d feign my sleep and pray for trumps,
to end this torturous pleasured sin,
and saved this weathered body, win.
But I in death shall not mislead,
the body that’s on top of me,
for awake or not no change in plot,
I’m buried deep X marks the spot.
Why won’t she come I’m all red raw,
KY has turned to jelly sore,
and consciousness leaves me on and off,
her thrashing hair a blur, I cough.
My breathing lost amid the bounce,
I’m out of breath down for the count,
and still she rides her screaming loud,
I pray release or death right now.
The ‘coming fairy’ is nowhere seen,
I’ll not survive, not even in dream,
God send her off, imbue those nerves,
not a second more I’ve no reserves,
and then with silence and arching back,
the thrashing stops, my heart attack.
The scream somehow stuck in her throat,
her squirming deliverance in massive scope,
I hold my breath, my mouth agog,
then she relents and sighs... My God!
I swallow loud, in simple prayer
and she looks slowly down and smiles fair...
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