Johnny Noir

Rookie (New York City)

But Not Tonight - Poem by Johnny Noir

I would love to run my wet tongue
Along the crack of your dirty ass
Like I’ve never done before
But we can both count the times
When the moon rose and shone
On the blacktop and we strolled
Along in the summer breeze
And the green fields loomed
And your backside glowed blue
Like the sun through my window
On any given Sunday
As we dressed to go to church
To kiss Jesus’ ass and lick the crust
From between his holy toes—
The pastor is a closet lesbian,
Married with kids
That she takes to little league games
And ballet lessons as if boys and girls
Were the same, one gender, one god,
One sex, sex only once in a lifetime
And reincarnate like Buddha
As a nymphomaniac in the far future
And we walk in the moonlight
Like zombies and you bend over
And I lick your dirty ass crack
And stick my tongue as far as it will go
Into your delicious undead sphincter,
I would love for that dream to come true,
But then again, it has, again and again,
But not tonight

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 6, 2009



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