Like a dog on a short leash,
Angry, foaming at the mouth, yelping, yawning, barking to no avail of escape.
Let me domesticate you.
Be my little putty. Form in my hands.
Your sweat taste like tears,
I want your whole body to cry for me.
Sob. Shake. Shiver.
Roll over. Smoke your cigarette.
Kiss my ashtray mouth.
Taste my sweat.
Is the aroma not similair?
Do you not taste the puppy in me?
Yours is familiar. It tastes like disappointment. Pain. A morning I won’t forget, and a night I shan’t remember.
See you around never, you well bred mutt.