Sojourner's Tale

How goes the dark, stranger
How goes the bleak life
Tell me, I am a sojourner
A child of strife
A high class whore
Accidental child
Born of woe

What, you want to release
Your pent-up lusts on me
You want me to please
you, and set you free
From pent up wants
Needs unshared, unreceived
Unwanted unheeded

You stand in front of me
Your tool long and hard
Pointing at my belly
Already moist in its want
Its head engorged
In red pulsing blood
Ready to poke and prod

You mount me stranger
Your tool pointing down
Forcing me to open wider
Than I have ever known
before, You plunge it hard
Like a steel piston
Until I bleed

Ripples of pleasure
Moans and shudders
Shivers and small screams
Roll out of my throat
You thunder on stranger
Riding me like a stallion
Towards the finishing line

Your dam burst
Thunder and lightning
Screams from deep down your chest
Sounds more like keening
You bucked and heaved
On top of me
Shouting 'Mommeeee"

Calm at last, curled against me
Your lips suckling my breast
One hand fondling the other one
In drowsy sleepiness
You stretched like a cat
and went deep into slumber
perhaps dreaming of your mother

How goes the dark now stranger
Did I illuminate the perpetual darkness
Did I light your fire
That would light you for days or weeks
Was I Mom in the end
Who led you to this road
Wearily travelled on by the damn?

Dawn saw you gone
Like the twilight moon
Only your dollars
and a few smears
of semen
adorn my bed covers
I wonder who you were.