Orifice Decisions [Poem] by David Mac


She had blowjob lips
and blowjob eyes,
a blowjob smile.

She had a big mouth,
a big

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,”
I’d say.

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.
It 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
inside it.
I crept
in her crypt,
her last passage to navigate,
so tight
but like
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. 

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