Dirty Bukowski Poem

 

I hate how much you turn me on

What is it about you, dirty fucker,

I hear your voice and it makes me wet

As if you could touch me with it

As if the rumbling of your vocal chords 

vibrated inside me

You play me like a violin

with the dexterity of someone

who's been around a while now

And I can't help but enjoy

the idea that I'm in perfect tune for this

that my moaning in your ear

is what inspires you to keep making music

I want to shut you up with my mouth

make you feel instead of talk

come here, see what you do to me.

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