one million phallic forces

Rob Parrish


imagine a million phallic forces

thrusting into her. surging like a chorus,

but it’s her falsetto ringing, reminding

me our endless duos devouring the night.


imagine her face contorting, orgasm

projecting, mouth arcing like a perfect

put-out from left field. imagine eyes

rolling white and sheets clenching tight.


imagine torsos tangling in promiscuous

tangos, men exploring her amazing terrain.

copious fingers crawl and flood the small

of her back as her head tilts in delight.


imagine her post-coital behavior, body

humming, bottom lip bit, her wide eyes

wanting for these foreign forces to feel

acceptable, but fucking is so contrite.

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