Offering myself to the night
to be devoured sweetly
with hunger in my belly
hunger in my heart
Alcohol loosening the contours of my pride
inhaling the thick smoke of a cigarette
like a roughneck of undistinguished personality
I give myself to you without price
more than just pretext or occasion
aware that life always puts frailty
in vulgar positions
Waking up the next morning
when fatigue flushes me with tenderness
that makes me horny
to allow you to penetrate me deeply
ramming it hard and calmly
marked like stigmata
Stroking myself until I discharge the most profuse joy
into the toothless mouth of Jean Genet's dead body
The motionless unclean coils of a writhing serpent
emerge from your eyes and spread to your face
as you cum inside the walls of your prison cell
to fulfill me with newfound morality