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Two Poems by Shane Allison

In the Alley of the Blonde Iguana

Suck a big dick.
Have it forced down my throat
Make me choke on you
Make me fight for breath

With a dick forced down my throat,
big cock in my mouth
that makes me fight for every breath.
Down on scuffed knees

With a thick dick in my mouth
Hands grip a milk-white waist.
Down on my knees
Pulling him deeper into me

Hands holding his hips.
Muscleoralorgan
Down into me.
Pumpsbloodejaculate,

His muscleoralorgan.
Roll his sugar sweet balls.
Pumpsemenswirls
In a sweaty sac.

Mouth sucks sweet balls
In the alley of the Blonde Iguana.
Tongue tickles sweaty sac
Where hairdressers take smoking breaks

In the alley of the Blonde Iguana
Where I toss a bohunk’s salad
In an alley where hairdressers smoke.
Spit sperm over rusted rails

After tossing the salad
From that bohunk’s ball sac.
Sperm spit over rusted rails
As he leaves me hawking and watery-eyed in a long summer’s night.




Pretty Please

Can I kiss you on the mouth
Can I force my tongue down your throat
Can I suckle your nipples
Can I eat the lint out of your belly button
Can I put my hand on your crotch
Can I unbuckle your belt
Can I unzip the jeans
Can I snap the elastic waistband of your underwear
Can I run my fingers through your pubes
Can I unfurl your dick from its tight, white tomb
Can I play around with it
Can I lick the hot-pink piss slit
Can I taste your ejaculate
Can I take it all in
Can I kiss it
Can I sit on it
Can I ride it raw
Will you bang your hairless balls against my chin
Can I hold your hairless balls
Can I lick them, too
Can we play rough
Will you tie me up
Will you slap me around and call me your puppy
Will you pee on me
Will you take a giant shit on me
Can we jack each other off
Can we watch porno while we jack each other off
Can we fuck by the window so the neighbors can see
Can we use toys tonight
Can we do it soaked in cooking oil
Can we video tape it
Can I rim your asshole
Can I insert my entire fist
Can I drink your sweat
Can I drink your cum when you come
Can I stay the night
Can we lie here together under the covers, in our body fluids
Can we have breakfast together
I want to get to know you better


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Shane Allison is the author of five chapbooks of poetry, I Want to Fuck a Redneck being his most recent from Scintillating Publications. He has had poems published in Suspect Thoughts, Velvet Mafia, Mississippi Review, Best Black Gay Erotica and others. He has work coming forth in Best Gay Erotica 2007.


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