Bonita (of the streets)

   
   
You see, Bonita, when you take me to your bed, I find    
your passion, which is fire. it is in your skin when I touch;    
when I lick the hot places, the thrill of you stings my tongue.    
you speak your city’s language, which I do not understand.    
it is the voice of the devil inside you, commanding me.  
   
in these shadows, we steal from the scowling clock. we hide  
from the policia & the magistrates of the Black Hand, who take    
their due from the pennies we earn at the bordello, for tribute.    
   
you spread your legs, divine legs that dance upon my soul,  
and I gaze at the fawn flower of your cunt. I hurry to kiss it,    
kiss it deeply. you brace on your elbows, watching, sparks of  
bronze flame in your eyes. beguiled by the swirling of my tongue    
and the sucking of my mouth within your pussy, the want inside    
you melts & flows free! your moan is the song of a jungle bird.  
   
when my noble cock orders the caress of your feasted cunt, you  
raise your legs to accept my ramrod intruder. I fuck you as my    
breath rushes in A’s & H’s, we are sexual animals, we are alien    
to the misery of living. I fall upon you like the fangs of a viper,    
making red bruises on your throat. I vice-grip your breasts,    
biting your aroused nipple, my tongue flicking the tip.  
   
the doors of heaven open, the light covers us like honey,  
and I am cumming!..... fuck!..... I am cumming into your  
canals & your belly!  
   
in the silence, I rest at your shoulder, & I weep. I weep like    
a beaten child at his mother’s bosom.  
   
after two minutes, you tell me to go. you must wash up.  
to prepare for your next lover…  
   
   
Artist: Pal Fried