allegiance

dickhole and denise

dickhole and denise he ran black circles around the tub and called to her. porn face, come in. let me rub your shoulders with scissors. let me drip water on your staple so you rust. the half-baked light flattens your tit, let me lick my brain. he farts. a long bubbling fart and her nose doesn’t light up, her veneer isn’t startled. let me see your twat. the glassy juice frozen in time like everglades, like a slurpee melt. a blueberry yum. you would taste of mango. he scrubs underneath one nut. let me stab you into closet spaces. let me hack off the porker stabbing you in your mead gutter. let me razor him out at the nub. oooo. it’s still in you. let me try to fix that. the fuck furl in her brow has not changed. she does not ask her friends if this is normal. oh. the scissors won’t reach. i’m sorry. let me please stick my polepopper up in your caveplanter in my head. 93 he folds back one leg and cuts out another munchpot to position directly next to hers. she is not disturbed. the fuck furl does not bury the light, so the gloss erases her eyes. let me look at you, look at that. look you, look that. mmm. you are both my salve. let me munch your twattitty in my brain. let me let you come to life. he decides to name them both. the one with the face. and the one with the twat and no pornface. 94 ...