SEX IS BLIND
He is ugly, like a garage sale table, but he knows how to fuck me. His mouth never stops, even after he is full. His huge piston dick hides under his haphazard belly, discolored and disjointed from a disfiguring childhood scar…something about ninja weaponry.
It looks like an heirloom tomato.
In the morning, the sheets hold in his death metal farts. He is disgusting. But when we wake from the loud crows’ bludgeoning caws, we fuck and I forget about what he is.