Bad Data

by R. Cerf
(05/30/01)

Watching a downloaded flick of the redhead
with a strong vibrator and pierced clit;
her cries filling his headphones.

What's her father like?
Her mother?
And the why of it?
Money? drugs? lovers?
Is it the naked lens that moistens
her open mouth?
He knows it's a
causal stew,
an ellipsis.

Is her back arching from pleasure?
He's erect,
using slow, artful strokes
but doesn't want to come just yet;
he wants to draw this moment out
forever.
Is it arousal making her ass quiver? He wants to enter the folds
of her life.
But as she comes,
the redhead explodes
in a confetti of pixels
like the insides of a kaleidoscope
spilled on the floor.

©2001 by R. Cerf

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