She had blowjob lips
and blowjob eyes,
a blowjob smile.
She had a big mouth,
Her lips glistened
and her tongue was fat,
And when she used to talk, I used to nod.
“Of course I’m listening to you,”
But thinking all the time:
a perfect place to insert myself.
I saw her little arsehole
looking at me like a
little black fish eye.
I didn’t know what to do
so I smiled.
So I stood and saw it some more,
wondering: if it sees me, what’s it thinking?
So I reached out and just dreamt
in her crypt,
her last passage to navigate,
to her heaven.
Her cunt smoked all my cigarettes.
I didn’t know what to do.
David Mac is a poet from the UK who’s had many poems and stories published here and there.