The Last Girl I will Ever Fuck

The broken whisky bottle
cuts deep
into my essence.
The scent of sex
clings to red velvet curtains.
The seman stains
on the satin bed clothes
spell a story of last night.
While outside, the abandoned
shopping trolley
used as a toilet for
tramps and cats
and vermin of all types
becomes my new home.
A prison for my peculiar perversions.
The only witness's
were the dead sperm
inside her womb,
Silenced forever then
deny'd existence,
forced to dance
for her twisted desire's.
Only action's echo
louder then bombs,
Rustic pages
from the guide book
of the "karma fucking sutra"
of life, destroyed
just like my faith
in the human race.
I was made to
watch her
buck back and forth
forced to watch her
ride his stiff limb
until it literally dropped off.
Meanwhile Inside her soul,
the thief struck,
a knife clenched
between his teeth.
I name her
the last girl
I will ever fuck!
well..for this month
at least?.