cunt is swollen. the desire bus moves in soft jerks up decauter street. the bus window makes the street scene a soft subtropical blur. the black men at the back of the bus look away, away from the frilly pink skirt, leather jacket, hot cunt hot hot hot.
cunt swollen. pulses in cupped hand. on the river a shop throbs. air is moist, quiet.
cunt is not yet free
so hot but no cock.
when there was dick there was still no dick. it was a lovedick. but alas the preference was eating, smoking, tv, sleeping next to twisting in dreams. that was how it all petered out. lovedick lost lust. passion did not rise in holy ritual, but turned towards the machine, the deathgod, insensate and mechanical, clinical spiteful detached. a cage of fucks. "no until i say so" and then "get it hot and cum-not too hot or else soft" cunt yearned. mourned the lost passionfuck. the cage grew bards under lovedick dicktation. cunt=suffer.
but now cunt is unattended. within the personality will form other dogs.
and also there is memory: an empty basement apartment in chicago, the fresh painted wall against the face and the creaking of leather and then big big dick pushing in bigbig dick pushing in up against the wall up up and in in in; and years later the years with lovedick in the tent at that acid party, dont know how many times now boombox grinding dick cave into black july, the air mattress buoyant against flesh, lovedick in and again and in and to the end and back green zigzags in the brain and veins of fire pulsing colors metered to the deep fuck fuck fuck; and not much days later at the lake maybe at foster after dragging the champagne from the restaurant, big green vava skirt up to the thighs no one will see, lovedicks shirt a vision against the moon and striated night sky, forget all space-those other mooning couples, the orb is so white and makes white on the water, the undulation of lake michigan, and the cloth of evening trousers is against eager thighs and thumbs help lovedick in, riding the moon, dick pushes pushes ass back into concrete boulders pushes cunt pushes cunt cunt cunt loving it loving dick in yes all length all alive pushes cunt pushes until cuming cuming cuming apart to sudden empty all around; and even lovedick in mouth in new orleans, cunt flexing and quivering under tonguelashing, such dick as cum suck cum; dick in cunt was always yearning and yes was always yes yes yes, all those years.
cunt not free
suzi says: "Thank you so much for all times being nice to me. Here is prose rant, verbiage, 'a story of sorts.' Just did it now. Hope you consider it suitable entertainment."
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