Musings of a Bitter Man 5

She had a lovely smile
Though one tooth was snaggled to the side
An aura of disorder  
She was beauty incarnate  
Her imperfections made it so
 
Her voice made me tremble
As she would whimper in my ear
Her sweet hole would take me in
And I would shiver too
 
Pulsating with the chaos of two lost souls entwined
She would fuck me
Take hold of my cock and squeeze it and stroke it within her depths
 
I would beg for it, and tremble like a schmuck  
She would tease me with her wares and gulp me down to her satisfaction  
A whores touch is absolute it seems
 
Frothing at the lips she lets my cum drip out the sides
Makeup askew with shame
And a safe sticking to my back
Where the hell did that thing come from?
 
Booze soaked kisses  
Broken souls lost to the wind
Like three sheets we set loose
Good and numb when we cummed  
 
Her skin, pale and frail
The way I like it  
A pretty contrast she whispered
My dark hands upon white skin
 
She left me for the city
Vodka soaked me through the winter
Blow and speed and a fucked up liver
All alone and still I shiver