I’ve sucked men’s cocks for a better seat, a better job, for food and a place to sleep.
I’ve hung above a warehouse floor, pulsing to the vibe buried deep, bound in silken cords.
I’ve filled a mouth with golden rain, then tasted her’s in turn.
I’ve made love for summer days with a guileless innocent.
I’ve fucked much longer a bitter god who fed upon my soul.
I’ve been scarred and burned and pricked with ink.
I’ve chased cock and cunt and puckered rose for myself alone.
I’ve done it all, unmoved, uncaring, without remorse.
Until I found you
