Parasites

I can't help but laugh.
She's good.
He holds on to her ass,
hand cemented to denim.
Lamprey like lips kiss her forehead.

It's almost obscene.

Every ecosystem has parasites.
Grasping and groping,
hanging on her like Indiana Jones
on a vine,
white knuckles in contrast
to the black pit below.

After separating for a grueling 16.8 seconds
he returns and pats her ass.
His catch-me-fuck-me-fag-boy gotee
reminds me of a cunt.

Ugh, not while I'm eating.

Breaking orbit leaves him powerless
and he falls back into her gravity.
The untrained eye would melt on the love in this scene
but the voice of experience renders static free video feed.
The gold digger has the rich boy in the kill zone.

Every ecosystem has parasites.
I can't help but laugh.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2000
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