I want to make you cum on the office carpet
instead of learning to use PowerPoint
be nine fantasies deep in you
and get a free beverage with the tenth
fuck like floodlights
pushing through the cigarette burn
of a hen night cowgirl hat
want your pelvis to do moonsaults
when someone says something
that sounds like my name
to boop you affectionately on the nose
with a four-foot inflatable cock
summon demons in the discount aisle
of a haunted dildo factory
the security camera blushing
like a mad gibbous moon
roleplay as a cloud and hock spitsies
on your freshly scrubbed
back door windows
I need to take you
like a lesson
in writing better similes
Kristin Garth & Pink Plastic House a tiny journal 