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