“You never fantasize about making love; sitting there twiddling you thumbs to the sound of soft, hoarse moans muffled by your pillow. Never.
If fantasies are to fondle ones fancy, then let’s do it right
Our playground will be the water closet of a jetliner cruising at 40,000 feet with our flotational seats used for sound-proofing
And we’ll need it; the screeches of my leggy companion shall peak with every pelvic fuck thrust
Inked skins envelop arching bones and crash with rhythmic motion
Fire breaks out in the cabin only exasperating the pool of sweat that has gathered at our feet with droplets of melted flesh
My mother slashes my back with the nine-inch blade that security missed
Masochistic blood and adrenaline surge thr-- wait. Mom, what are you doing in my fantasy?
A midget-- sorry, vertically-challenged person-- stands in the corner holding a pair of latex gloves and a look of eager anticipation...
Dammit. All of a sudden my darling dreamings have manifested into some fucked up version of Diff’rent Strokes. Pun intended
Mom made little Gary into a puzzle of human remains
And in the end, the difficult decision is made at the last of night
Will it be left or mistress right
Decision regardless, I know that neither shall break up with me over the fucking telephone
Which is how I got here in the first place.”

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