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Writer's pictureReebecca Black

Allegro Coffee House Confessions

Updated: Sep 17, 2018


9-16 Allegro Coffee House Confessions

Muse: A Boy with a Dog

Endless selfies with a dog that isn't mine is annoying enough,

I take her dog on long and endless morning walks,

This dog must be about eighty years young,

But I have to show her Drake is my friend too for she is one of those well you know,

If we all can't get along then you have to go,

One doggy style selfie for the road,

She should be getting back soon I should hurry and show her these photos before noon,

Tomorrow is Monday and my rent is due soon,

I can't erase from my mind that thing she asked me to do,

I almost vomited three times but I didn't want to be crude,

For her snatch I can taste is unpurified,

I wonder how many men she has solidified,

She locked me in a room filled with dark rustic walls as if it was her secret room,

The secret room where she takes all the teenage foreign boys,

She had come out of the shadows wearing a lace robe that dragged behind her feet,

The wrinkles in her legs were deeper than any valley I had ever stepped foot in,

Her feet were tiny, and she had toenails like claws,

Her hair was smooth and white and fell just below her ear,

She was a widow of some rich guy I could only guess,

Or Maybe she was a woman with power to get away with the shit she does,

I'm not too sure I consent of this I only agreed to walk her dog on the weekends,

Before I could gather my thoughts furthermore she had leaned over into my lap and began to smear her red lips across my hips,

Maybe this isn't so bad,

All I must do is look down at the top of her head,

After she was done caressing my dick with her gummy tricks she pulled down the robe she had been wearing,

Oh damn...it’s about to happen,

My lips began to chappen,

My saliva turns thick like clay,

My dick goes limp like hay,

Yet she still gazes at me with an intention on getting her scrotum licked,

That I didn't see coming,

I hold my breath and click my heels together hoping I get lost between the weather,

And find myself at home sulking under my dining room table asking myself what the hell,

I now have and extra thirty days to rekindle my thoughts,

I'm not gay, I’m not gay, I’m not gay...






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