Beautiful Waste

Golden brown locks
brush against those caramel cheekbones
framing those lips
which could unlock a million zips
and take her away from this life
but instead she's on her knees
with another blue collar joe
and his friends
waiting their turn
to screw this beauty
with their calloused cocks.
She should be with the men she idolises
from the screen
the sports field
who can bang her into the magazines
where she belongs
far away from these dirt encrusted cretins
who streak her mascara
unload disease inside her
but the chlamydia is nothing
it can be treated
unlike the genetic curse of the small town
for which there is no cure.

Desperate Days

She was like a cigarette butt
screwed up
unwanted,
nicotine stained.
“You’re very attractive” she slurred.
What was that white sediment on her teeth?
it was thick and furry
like the hairs springing from her upper lip.
Her oestrogen had given up long ago.
It really highlighted the age gap.
Yet I was thinking about fucking her
my young cock pushing into her patchy haired cunt
forcing its way past those dry, discoloured labia
doing its best to avoid the warts.
Two years without sex was really starting to take it’s toll on me.
I dry heaved at the thought of coming in her.
“Come here, sweetie,” she gurgled.
I smelt stale alcohol on her breath.
It had a tragic scent.
There’d been life there once
but some bastard had beaten it out of her
taken everything that made a woman good
and reduced her to this.
I dry heaved again.
She went to put her arm round me
but I left.
She deserved better