Spun

The fear that gripped me
"You're just like your mother",
He would always say.
Just a taste,
One tiny lick
Was all it would ever take
You'll be hooked.
Drug under the tide
Like a seal snagged from the shoreline
Never try it.
Never be tempted.
Yet here I lie,
Awake all night
Muscles sore
From hours
And hours
Of glorious truck sex
Your body feels the workout eventually.
My second time
Better than the first
BREATHING feels so good.
Every breath
Tiny orgasm and roaring bong hit rolled into one
Impossible satisfaction
Derived from the simple act
of
Breathing in
and
Breathing out.