once

 

 

wet lips

on your hungry cock

 

you are massaging her

with the same hands

 

that made me

cum on your face

 

she doesn't know a thing

 

you wouldn't tell her

you sucked my dick

 

how could you?

 

you'd get nothing

if you did

 

maybe

i'll

tell

her

 

tell her you suck dick

like an expert

 

kiss like you invented

kissing

 

tell her you asked me

to be inside you

 

tell her

i was there

 

tell how much you

liked it

 

so much

you told all your friends

 

but no,

i'll spare your life

 

i am not a

jealous man

 

just an angry man

a lonely man

 

who went with you

to heaven

 

and was cast out

into this coffee shop

 

to write a poem

about your cock

 

 

-- miller