His Name Sakes!

He had a six pack gut with puffed

Pectorals that gave way to his short frame

For a man who disdained tats or piercing of any

Kind he liked his women earthy thick and looming large

With full mountain breasts and wet cunts

Ready to flood a doorway primed at

Any bend for rutting

He climbed trees scarring only the dead ones

Leaving the rest to flourish like he wanted

His women

Fruitful and willing to sire as many of his seeds as he could spill

And when they were ripe with child hovering in stirrups to

Push open a bloody offspring

He preferred men for fucking

Their only requirements were condoms and a dark

Place to cavort

He prided himself in keeping fast company

While his bitches gave him name sakes

© carol voccia 2008