Sticky Toffee (2002)

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(Hate Truth, & Lies Are All You’ll Have)

Let’s drink to minge that’s sticky-sweet:
Secretions’ toffee flavored;
With tongues that mouthe round ev’ry treat
On stretch-meat that we’ve savored.

Full wanton each conceiving pose
For which two bodies couple;
Climaxing plunge she’s steady as she goes
In form’s moving - infinitely supple.

But while my mind lets yours distend
Your pudend self bisects;
Prick’s blood stands-up right on its end;
Always liking what it respects.

Your body’s pride is much too tough:
It omits the porn’s-eye view;
Emanates this fur-lined animal muff:
Hiding pleasures in store for two.

This book you write’s a haggard face:
Tells ev’ry hard-won tale;
So there’s really no cause for moral disgrace
In intertwinings’ human scale.

Lacking your greater, deeper gift:
Are crude-soft parts-of-speech;
My lips seal-up your brighter, darker rift
With words that no thought bleach.

So forget you now from all those creeps:
Whose affection is unknown;
For truth is all the reward you reaps
From my seeds that you have sown.

Copyright © 2011 Frank TALKER. Permission granted to reproduce and distribute it in any format; provided that mention of the author’s Weblog (http://poetryftalker.blogspot.com/) is included: E-mail notification requested. All other rights reserved. Frank TALKER is also the author of Sweaty Socks: A Treatise on the Inevitability of Toe Jam in Hot Weather (East Cheam Press: Groper Books, 1997) and is University of Bullshit Professor Emeritus of Madeupology.