By Shane Allison
One of these days I’ll lick your boots.
I’ll tug on your pant leg like a little boy.
Someday I’ll come to your knees on my knees.
One of these days our cocks will cross,
And the sun will crumble and crack,
Baby. I will fall head first in a pool of your pubes
Taking a deep whiff of the sweat that drenches your pubes.
One of these days you will walk over me in black motorcycle boots
And my tongue will come point blank to your masochistic crack
One of these days. I will be your thick dick black boy;
I will spread your dripping dick across
My lips one of these days. I will get on my hands and knees
And do exactly what you please, as I crawl to your knees
To run my nose within the black pubes
Of you. One of these days my tongue will cross
Upon your steel toe boots
Like the ass eating pig boy
I am who will one day feast upon the crack
Of your ass, Simon. Someday soon you will crack
The dam of my ass as you force me to spread my knees
And ask, ready for this dick up your butt, pussy boy?
You will fuck my cherry merrily as your pillow of pubes
Run against my booty, baby. Feed me bath house cum from your boots
As I hang naked like Jesus on a cross,
Simon. I long for your tongue to cross
Along the ripe cock-craving crack
Of my black ass. I will kiss the heels of your boots,
Darling as I crawl to you on carpet burned knees.
Does a happy trail of hair run down to your pubes,
Simon? One of these days I will be your smooth booty b-boy,
Your bubble-butt bottom boy
When our paths cross
One of these days. I want to run my fingers through your pubes
As I tongue-fuck your crack,
Simon. I want to nibble at your knees,
Mr. Sheppard, lick the dust from your boots.
You say, on your knees, boy!
As my tongue crosses along a path
Of tangled pubes that are as pitch as a pair of motorcycle boots
Originally published in RFD, August 2007
Shane Allison’s first volume of poems is due out this summer from Rebel Satori Press.