You beg on the phone
to have what you need…
Like a junkie on smack
talking calmly of speed…
But I’m hooked on it too;
on the sex of your greed…
You feed the fire
as you swallow his seed.
I’ve dreamt of this moment;
been prepping for ages…
Been setting the traps
and been traveling through stages…
We were a team
but in two different places…
That the having has happened
without me enrages
my dick and my anger;
my hurt and my fear,
I’m impotent / horny;
unsated by tears,
I’m so many things
on many frontiers,
And this can’t be the end
after so many years.
Written by Jason Wright
June 28, 2017