When will I greet
The star of intoxication?
At the tip of my lover’s cock.
He had a spaceship in his pants,
He was waiting to take me away
Where there’s neon
At the bottom of the sea,
Starlights overhead,
And Indigo, bulging
In the spectacle of our sex.
In today’s fascist world:
Honest cum…
Non-intellectual
Spunk
-for free.