Sweet nectar,

Running thick as honey in my veins,

Sticky and sweet.

Itching desire,

Forcing myself to go and search,

He sits at his favorite table in the diner, against the left wall, in the middle.

He holds a cup of coffee in one hand and

Laid out like powdery lengths of pure sex

Alabaster javelins on smooth, mirrored fields

We summon The Beast, fangs at our

He once wore a suit, clean and pressed.
Worked hard to give his family the best.
His demeanor showed a fine character, a
Pride

Junkie, junk, junk in the trunk

Glitzy, glitzy crystals

Like exploding missiles

On the receptors of my mind

Itchy, twitchy,