june sucked on me hard enough to blister why you biting down so hard i sd june sd that she didn’t like me much so she wanted to leave a mark

i layback and enjoyed it ‘cause head’s head and i knew it wd make her even more mad that I don’t care about blisters

eat a bowl of fuck June sd as she rinsed off in the sink there ain’t no more love for sale tonight

Behind me he leapt in jungle-mad pursuit

The wilds of Nielsen Park a blur

Baseball cards in spokes

A discarded beer bottle led to bluebottle flies massing

Stalking in formation, gathering strength as we drank

Hard men, not my own, older, jagged hurtfuls

The bush exploded as I leapt in antelope fear, my hooves a staccato

He shoved me into the fence, heart pounding, his hand on my thin, thundering chest

Sweat stung my fly-flicker lips as his maw stretched

His thick club in roaring hand, his Sam Browne swinging

I kneel down, thanking him for not arresting me

I sucked a cop’s cock and got off that day