Frightful DreamDeserted perhaps the best way to describe this sparse region. The ground I walked upon had very few plants, and the plants in existence were lifeless. The ground itself was covered in a yellow-orange sand, resembling that of a rotting orange peel. There were very few buildings, all of which were what seemed to be made of old plywood, and only in the horizon could I see treesPine trees. This town was obviously in the southern US, for the few people around had a drawl. It was the deep south, at that.It was hot outside, the mirage of liquid upon the ground appeared all too often. I sweat a bit on my forehead, but the heat was not too much of a nuisance. The sun in the sky was larger than I have ever seen in my entire seventeen years on this earth.A man of around 28 years approached me. He had torn jeans, a flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and a trucker hat. His hair was dark brown, went past his ears, and was rather disorganized. He had a five o clock shadow
LoveBlack, WhiteI dont careIll suck on youAny and everywhereI love it when your juicesflow into my mouthIll suck you in the northIll suck you in the southI lick you with the tip of my tongueCaress you with my lipsI put my fingers on youas I shake my hipsYoure always hardand sometimes bentsucking on youis where most of my time is spentYour fluid tastes so good!You are somewhat hallowI like you so muchthat I even swallow!Youd think my jaw would hurt by now,but you have me in such awethats why I love you like I doyoure my favourite straw.