By Taylor Mali
Diane couldn't keep my cock
out of her mouth.
When I was soft, she took it
as an insult, or a challenge.
Otherwise it was an order,
or an act of devotion
like lighting a candle.
Once,
running late, I actually said
I don't have time for you
to give me a blowjob right now!
Before you start thinking
she was the perfect woman--
do you? would anyone? I did--
know that there was something
tragic about the way she held me
in her mouth, as if she had been
taught years ago—or if not taught,
had somehow come to learn--
that's all her mouth was for.
Previously published in Muzzle magazine, Spring of 2011
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