Fecal Fortress, Poem by, Matt Francis
Fecal Fortress
there is a frequency to failure
a sound that draws me in
it holds me with familiar hands
it seeps beneath my skin
it promises such freedom
if i just lay down and quit
it convinces me i deserve it
as i make my bed in shit
denial meets me on the ground
and caresses me with lies
she tries to bury all my shame
with her calm seductive eyes
i lose myself in her
as her lips now spark my skin
each kiss a burning dagger
that embraces all my sins
“you are just a victim”
she whispers with those lips
“save your cares for later”
sung in rhythm with her hips
i spiral into ecstasy
as she touches all my fears
she buries them
this fecal fortress
a home for all these years
“stay with me forever”
she pleads while tasting sweat
her tongue knows no limits
as my satisfactions met
at the peak of my release
she falls onto my chest
buried in her auburn hair
i simply choose to rest
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matt francis
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