I took her on the stairs (edited)

I pushed her big naked breast

into cold steel rail

of the abandoned building,

the old art gallery.

some ancient korean

sculpture

in the dark

watched

us. a couple walked by

on the main road

in front of us:

the bitch's heels clicking

the man in a bland suit

the bitch dreaming of big cock

the man insecure of small dick

me in this slut's cunt

her head now between

rungs of the railing

me between strokes railing

her. hard, deep, with

balls of steel. kneel, bitch

i shoot ropes onto her hair

and nose and chin.

no tissue, i make her walk 

back to the car

with me all over her

don't wipe it off, i said

never, she said. we

pass the chic galleries

the bitch and man,

my slut looked

in the mirror in the car:

i'm pretty. i turn to her,

with cum on your face you are

BJ in the car

i've parked behind a apartment complex
across the street from your work
and you've protested: "I don't want
to suck it, people can see."

I pull it out nonetheless
and before long it's deep in your mouth.
people are walking about
seeing you bobbing on it.

"Okay, that's enough," I say. I let you
up. kiss your cheek and chin. "let's go
get some coffee," I say.
we get out, you walk ahead.

some men tell me my lights are on
you think they are talking about you:
the slut, the cocksucker, the publicly
humiliated cumpig.

and from the way that they smirk
I know that they are.