WAXING THE CHERRY

The boy lay there waiting

while the man took his time...

 

The man masturbating

while boy drank the wine...

 

And then something changed

and the waiting was ended...

 

The boy rearranged

while god man descended...

 

Crashed down upon him

like waves of red water...

 

A knife made of flesh

that committed man slaughter...

 

He took man inside

in a blood pact of sex...

 

Man poured inside him

and left the boy blessed...

 

At the cum holy water

drenched core of his being...

 

Wax dripped within him

but all he was seeing...

 

Was the boy on the street

that he'd love to the last...

 

Instead of the priest

who now gave him cash.

 

Written By Jason Wright

MARCH 9, 2006

 

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