Poetic Injustice
DANIEL JEREMY PERZ

The grin was evil
It reminded me of the devil
I looked him in the eye
And what it was I
wanted to see
How could it be?
Was he the right one for me?
The desire resonated in my soul
Overwhelming my body
Then my chin jerked up
“Be sure you’re not falling in a hole”
said he to me
No. He said “wazzup?”
I faltered and said “nuthin’, you?”
“Just been lookin’ for a hot stud like you.”
The blood was flowing now
Though I didn’t know how
I knew I was going to be pleased
In a matter of seconds
I felt his hungry lips press mine
and then he reckons
to taste my tongue, his so fine
His hands running along my thighs
the temperature continuing to rise
Jeans slipping off
The two of us wrapped in each other’s arms
his hands on my back, so soft
by then an alarm should’ve rung my alarms
But I submitted without resistance
almost in a trance
at his physical beauty
damn, he’s one damn good-looking cutie
Soon enough I feel him enter me
from behind
Our bodies begin to bump and grind
carnal lust dwarfing my mind
I never thought it’d happen to me
It seemed an impossibility
Though the knowledge was there
It’d already started to wear
thin as meaningless advice
seemingly given in vice
toward people like us
Who’ve always managed to create a fuss
I never thought it’d end this way
Weak and depressed, sick to the last day
It surprised me he was there
comforting me at my deathbed
Stayed with me all that time
Though he had caused me this great tear
it didn’t bother me because I’d soon be dead
his only crime
had been wanting me
when no one else had


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