Fumbling Among The Alley Trash

seen through
an alcoholic haze
she almost passed
for human
balls needed emptied

even the hair
on her top lip
her masculinity
was no turn off
my need was greater

when we kissed
could taste tobacco
smell her perfune
au de stale sweat
my favourite

hand slid down
dipping into damp panties
Was it arousal
or had she peed
i didnt care

fumbling
like i was looking
for loose change
i pulled out
a sorry half hard sausage

Pushed her
Down on her knees
said in my most soberest tone
milk it baby
it's full of protien

she chewed
on it for awhile
in true
gentlenanly style
gave her all i had