Warm yarn wrapped
my nail
soaked with sweat –
thick, pasty.
Fluids licked
the stiff up to its
silent tip.
Then, a choke swelled
its head – varnished by
crimson gleam.
Ah! Enough is enough
with the prelude!
I violently threw my
battered thing on the
fleshy target.
It went whirling, digging
as the receiver screamed for
more, more, more!
- Jorge Guerrero
