2.
Relationship was sleazy with him. It was choking.
A rough cough in a dark pit.
It was like vomiting.
Each time I understood him, I was released.
The dung beetles scuttled away beneath us.
The slimy marshes were low and steamy.
The worms were rising to the surface.
I stroked the ring that was my comfort
like an adolescent beneath the covers.
I only wanted my precious in the darkness.
Then he was like a pervert
looking through a window.
He was making love to me with his eyes.
His smile grew shiny like a serated knife.
I did not like the situation.
His withered muscular body repulsed me.
His cock was like a little slug,
slimy and harmless.
But he said there was venom in its tip.
So I remained alert until I knew
that there would be nothing come out of it.
