Where the fuck was I

Staring off into the Cali sky, watching comets,
former prisoners of life, emaciated, fly by
Star-fucked traveler of time and space, wondering,
wandering from place to place
The juice fills the veins and gives its nutrients that
complicate the brain but, isn't unnatural no, it all
makes perfect nonsense
Waking-up in a brand-new house that had been
broken into, not yet inhabited, just new, squatting
within

Weeks without cumming, not for a lack of trying,
trying to at least pre-cum but the dick wasn't buying
Girl couldn't either, fucked her for so long, never
stopping for a breather, looked at her puss ten days
later, poor thing was beaten, black and blue and swollen
but wide-fucking open and my dick still hard had blue-balls,
so fucking swollen
If licked I would have moaned but, still couldn't take the place
of it blowing-off one

Staring into the eyes of the participants black as pitch not being
able to ascertain what was contained within their soul but, feeling
it as it takes hold and wraps you as comfortably as a death-shroud,
this is the way that home feels like love now

Cumming now finally, in the San Fernando mountains, feels better than
any pipe-filled dragons

But fuck this self-loathing, I can't even govern what I put in my skin or
how many I put it in, seems like there should be an end but, they want
to keep cumming, again and again