I The Diet She Was On
for M.

she sucked with such determination
as if indebted to me

she’d pay today or die, every penny
leave me indebted to her instead

my manhood in her clutches
two hands, two fists, clasping it
she sucked it hard and oh, so sweetly
and so expertly for a lady

when I came she swallowed, like drink,
light drink she delighted in

I felt precious, I felt holy
with her holding me securely, firmly
drinking every drop of it, of me

too precious to waste or to wonder
what to do with semen
other than to let them swim

she must like the taste of tadpoles
eating them live, their tails whipping,
lashing


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
7:36 p.m. 5/10/07