November 2022

By John Tustin

 

I cannot love,

You cannot commit.

Let us be

Of use to each other.

I’ll tongue,

You’ll suck

And your legs will quake;

My cum will shoot down your throat.

A little later

There will be an embrace in the doorway

Before you get into your car

And leave with a small wave goodbye:

My jizz resting in your belly

And the memory of your quiver on my cheeks.