Dark poems

Fin

Sweating and breathing
Panting and screaming
Didn't think I'd ever see him
But I heard and so did you
The thud and smack of the steel toed shoe

Dancing to the beat of that drum
Lolling head and swollen tongue
A baseline
A crescendo
A guttural moan when the thing was done

It pulled and smacked and slipped and stuck
Sordid and sticky
Filled with muck
One last secret f*ck
With the plastic and the flies