Nasty Boy

© carol voccia 2009

Five ten in chiseled rock
Unassuming smile
Tongue lightly grazing teeth
Amber eyes looking through my staring blues
Lips speak trash
Fingers cop a feel
Pink puddles on lace
Nipples crush inside the heaving suck
My ass slapped
A warm up test
Exercising the range of force to dispense
Bend over exposing the wild rim
Sit on my face to lick your ass
On my knees
My back
My haunches
Over you, under you, as captive clutched between muscle thighs
Pull back hair and slap face sting
Pink my flesh with your whip
Oral-oral-oral
Probe the depths of esophagus phlegm
Vomit up the fleshy meat
Chizz dripping
Smear it down my belly dance
Oh, you little whore-come here!
Kiss my wild
You nasty nasty boy