Sit Down Session

by Carlos Hiraldo

QUEEN ME.
 
Your throne,
my face.
 
Your vertical smile
on my mouth.
 
My eyes shut by your
ass cheeks.
 
My nose
penetrates you.
The present stain
marks the future.
Your hole
overwhelms my two
nostrils.
 
You rock,
my mouth
tastes after wash,
until you come.
 
In the end,
you get
only cash.

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