Alchemisland

No sitting furniture required.

She uses my face like a recliner, where else?

My sinus bones are eroded like a cokehead’s, owing to her coccyx grinding

She groans and fucks like only the lonely can

If I’d written Eleanor Rigby, it would’ve included a depressing blowbang

With yellow marigolds before and after, and cummed tissues in Tesco bags

I’ve got rapeseed coloured robes and pleated ropes

I’m seated like the Pope with his bishops in waiting

She’s masturbating while she’s waiting, search terms pulsar-strength+anal

I change out my clothes like I’ve been painting

She looks amazing, diving straight in

I’m a rake straight up, hooded stranger

Born far from a manger, I’m as far from a saint as France from Australia.