Love Pig

Simon helped me load my slide reel

he wrote my dissertation

 

he carried my heavy portfolio

he prized the lid off my jam jar

 

Simon would do anything for me

he would eat dog shit if I asked him

 

he let me treat him like dirt

I let him fuck me with a ladle

 

he stripped me naked in the kitchen

in front of a full-length mirror

 

Love Pig was standing outside

watching us through the window

 

hidden by the begonias

wanking and moaning my name

 

Simon was sitting behind me

displaying me to the mirror

 

fondling my softer skin

losing himself in my reflection

 

coating me in good cream cheese

plucking my pussy hairs

 

slowly easing the ladle

in the late night kitchen – lights blazing – off his face on cheap drugs

 

stirring me with the ladle

we were lapping it up

 

I only let him fuck me once with his willy

now he wants to do it again

 

he wants to whisk me to the sea-side

for a never-ending dirty weekend

 

last night he was bawling his eyes out

said he can never believe a word I say

 

now he’s performing on my doorstep

he’s gift-wrapped and blowing me kisses

 

he’s galloping round my front garden

pretending he’s a fire-breathing goat

 

he’s hammering and spicing his meat

he’s slobbering over her next-door’s feet

 

he’s covering his dick in tin foil

he’s tying red ribbons in his hairy

 

he’s poking his dick in my letterbox

he’s spunking all over my hall

 

I want the one who was watching