Erotic Poetry (Enemas, Plugs, Submission)
Sore Throat Day, Atlanta Gee Ay
I couldn't take my coffee
That dawn in the Airstream,
In the shadow of Stone Mountain,
After we fucked.
My throat was red and angry
My temperature was slightly raised.
But because I had eaten
You out subtly and deep,
You filled my ass with warm coffee
And that was good enough.
The cramps came and I shivered,
But you put your fingers in
My mouth, and distracted me
Long enough
For the coffee to do its work.
So erotic ... so full ....