To Me, He Came

He liked to cum.
Now, they all do,
oh, I know that,
but he did,  so

Like a cat, he
came to the door
with teeth clenching

in gold boxes
of caramel
and chocolate
Belgian truffles,

or some rotten
piece of trash from
the back dumpster,
I didn’t mind.

I would gobble
it all up, so
satisfied that
to me, he came.

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