Welcome to day 81 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day compunction meaning: "a feeling of guilt or moral scruple that prevents or follows the doing of something bad.
Whore
Compunction drove me out
Back into the night air
Away from the gruesome smells
And the sway of her cucumbers naked
And hanging down like droopy hoses with dripping bloated nozzles
The grotesque way her thighs spilled over
And the way her naked dirty hips
Swung back and forth
There was a stink there and a death in her morose eyes
They had lost life
They were orbs
crying lust and hunger
That only take
The red chord dividing the droopy flesh of her backside
Which she rotated so casually
In slow motion
her lips hanging open
Splayed apart like a silent whimpering dog
Her hands were on me
I could not resist she took me like a slug skidding her filth over me
She trailed slime on her afterward
She spat contempt from her emerald eyes and smirked
So much loathing upon me
The room was hot and humid
The smog filled air parted
And a light drifted in exposing
All of the stretch marks, the pockets and folds of her
The gruesome imperfection caused me to recoil and retreat
Her hair was sticky and it was stuck
To my busy fingers
The same funk enveloped us both
And I felt the hot touch of her skin
The grazing of us in this horrible friction that stirred me to moan
My heart moaning deep down in my chest
Moaning to leave
Screaming at the whore to leave
Screaming at the horror of her and the death in her eyes and the hell of this place and the disease of her presence and the irredeemable fungus perfume of that place.
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