Yes to Everything

 
The tenth grader  
in the stars & stripes dress
wanted to know everything
In a breathless no panties moment
her Texas white smile
had cartwheeled onto the bed
yanked down my zipper
and favorably compared the size of my cock
to the last band in town
before I could work up sweat
 
She'd fucked the drummer
the bass player  
and two of the roadies
only last week
but the lead singer  
had totally freaked after the gig
His jeans were a size and a half too tight
and he was moodier than a jilted mule
with his testicles warbled in a twist
 
She asked if I was married
Did I have a girlfriend back East
and one day  
did I want kids?
Did I think Jesus Christ was real
and would He come back  
to save all God's creatures
from the evil minions of Lucifer
before the flames of Armageddon
swallowed the world in a spit?
 
In the heat of the moment
I probably said 'yes' to everything
because her questions never stopped
Even as I pulled back  
harder on her shoulders  
slapping her cheeks  
watching her quiver like a doll
while she slid me deeper inside her ass
she turned her head to ask  
And how long  
is a line of coke?