Pussy-Licker: Pussy-Lick Motel

Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady found alive
and well, living in a remote Mexican hacienda

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this is how I think of us now…
how fantastic it would be to wake
this morning with you lying beside me,
to feel the naked warmth of your body curled into mine,
smell the aroma of our two bodies merged and mingled,
indistinguishable together,
the taste of your pussy still in my mouth,
flecks of dried spunk on the freckles across your nose,
my pubic hair matted with your pussy-juice,
the perspiration on our skin. I kiss your nose,
I lick your lips as you wake blurry.
This might only be an overnight hotel room,
but we remade into heaven last night.
When I get up out of bed and go take a piss,
I leave the door open, and know you're watching me.
Then I watch as you take a piss.
We take a shower together,
washing away all the sweat and body juices.
I kiss your wet tits, suck the slippery nipples,
you run your fingers down the length
of my glistening cock as it stiffens,
and squeeze my balls affectionately.
Then I watch you dress, kiss your lips…
as you must leave and return to your husband.
I lie back on the bed feeling the emptiness
of this space without you, replaying in my head
all the amazing things we did to each other last night,
and I can't help myself, I think of you,
and I begin to wank in long slow self-indulgent
strokes, imaging it’s your fingers on me…
this is how I think of us now…