Grabs the back of my neck
and I feel myself choke on
his throbbing, unsatisfied
hungering hard-on

My tonsils taste smegma
his foreskin tastes phlegm
scrapes the back of my throat
again and again

My stomach starts turning
he draws himself back
I'm in love with an urning
completely lost track

Knees against key-bones
hands weave through hair
softly he moans
his breath fills the ai