While still a virgin,
I fucked my mother
in sinewy dreams
and upon awakening
cloaked myself in
obligatory shame.
This was before I
knew anything of
Oedipus.
When I was younger,
and still limber,
I’d grab my thighs
and bend my back
to shove my own dick
down my throat.
This was before I
knew anything of
Narcissus.
When in high school,
I saw my sister’s
naked breasts as she
came out of the shower,
and invented stories
to tell my friends
about her fucking
basketball players
This was before I
knew anything of
Faulkner.
These tendencies
run, even
through the best of us
it seems.
Call me whatever you please, but I've always been fascinated by the various aspects of auto-fellatio.
ReplyDeleteSo the question is this: Can you actually do it, or are you just going for striking imagery in your writing?
You don't have to answer me on here, publicly, obviously, but just know I'm dying to know.
Heh.