Saturday, March 27, 2010

It’s Sex, Baby

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

1 comment:

  1. I've been reading your stuff. I think you are the guy version of me.