Location: Baltimore, The 9th wave, Valhalla
Chaos flooding, a ruckus of stereotype
funnels out of your motorcycle’s exhaust pipe. I hide my exhilaration
by pretending to not know your intention.
However, the future is never murky to my eye.
Your mouth tastes of blood and harsh metals, the essence of self destruction.
And yet and still, I suck and lick you,
while you drunkenly consider how to
perform fellatio on me.
I shouldn’t have forgotten my penchant
for predatory instinct - I’m blood hungry
let me cut my teeth deep into