by Jackson Warfield
I finished up
gave her one last ram
flexing every muscle in my body
making sure
every last drop went out
“ahhh!” I sighed.
“that felt pretty fuckin’ good.”
she collapsed onto the bed
and looked up at me
a coy smile across her face
“you like it?”
“it’s sex, baby. we all like it.”
her smile grew and she whispered,
“I like it too.”
Jackson Warfield lives in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. If he could talk to any inanimate object, it would be the beer in his hand, so he could say to it, "you're about to go down, motherfucker!" You can find more of his work at jacksonwarfield.com.
I've been reading your stuff. I think you are the guy version of me.
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