dominicvineoftheowls (dominicvine) wrote,

is that how it works?

is that how it works?

I didn't like the taste of his cologne
but admired his thick veiny uncut appendage
I had to grip it to make it firm
rubbed my beard on the sac

(El was telling me a story of being in Edinburgh on Christmas
walking the royal mile
some Italian girls admiring a busking bag-piper
working up the nerve
one of them got
to cross the pavement
and ask him what was under his kilt
he said "have a look"
she lifted it up and he was bare
she said
"is that your bag-pipe?"
he said
"yes. would you like to blow it?"
and they walked off together
T-T-T-True story.)

mine was between his calves
I was a little bored at his lack of interraction
so I went hunting through his aura
I was Looking For Li-i-i-i-i-i-ife
what's it like to be Serbian
from Belgrade
speak a slew of languages
having studied at MIT and London and settle in Dubai
what is Dubai like?
I sucked I'm
all the way into me and searched
we both came
I got an inkling

and we talked
layed around
and stirred it up
and came again

at 67
he was impressed
he had never cum so quickly again

we talked more
looked at pictures
followed his path on the iPhone map
and had sex again
it was dry
and I climbed upon him
pushing it out
got a flash of the road near the top of the mountain by Heartwood
the dust after a car passes
catching the light of the sun through the trees
after hiking up the slope barefoot
heading for the airstrip

tit for tat?
did he get that image from my orgasm?
did I imbue him with some essence of myself
as imagine I have with every wasted drop
a way to spend the days
the little price
of interstitial moments
of Life
of my Life
the facia that holds everything together
or used to

now we're floating free
in our American circumstance
forgotten where we're from, where we've been, where we're going
barreling ahead with linear intention
throwing sparks at every turn


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