The cold wind bites
my apple pie cheeks
looking in the window
at the people looking out
thoughts dip and fade
elusive at best
tenuous memories
delicately entwined
with the smoldering smells
on my hands
and the subtle taste
of semen calls
from the further recesses
of my throat
it's there when I swallow
it's there when I breathe
My mind drifts back
a few hours ago
when hot and hard
you were fucking my mouth
A fine thing to remember
looking in a window
at the people looking out
The wind biting
my apple pie cheeks
Originally published August 2007 - "One, Two, Orgy!"