My descent..
The oldest fart you've ever get to scent.
Smelling your youth, drooling on your flesh
Makes me come instantly, emotionally spilling my sophisticated trash.
Seeing you dance arose and conflicted me
Feasted my decrepit gargoyle, and derided me.
The pace of your hips,
Your rhythm my rustic, flimsy pain,
Augmented the hell of my eon memories
And made me splash in a sublime spermatic rain.
You leave me thirsted, every hour,
Twisting my scourged guts for any other drop of your gluten-free sour.
Extirpated from flesh, ousted from spell
I roam crawl-like, exhausted and old again
Into my eternal, ever-craving dwell.
