Cream

 
I'm fading watch the sun go down on my glory
ideas prostituted
old whores not worth much

I'm furiously masturbating a dry pussy
lubricated with infamy
it's getting warmer now
little juicy in the center

the cock of the walk fucked me for so long
I don't respond to any other prick
fondling desperation
with hopes of ecstasy

slowly massaging emptiness
it begs to be filled
hardened expletives speak to me
fuck me in verses I scream
and I'm getting wetter

building, building, building
I'm starting to get off now
something from nothing
is the cream of a writer

fully awake and aware
I feel the waves of pleasure course through me
riding the high
the only thing that can save me now
is my first love

poetry