Point Stories

You fuck me using all your skill but it's A soulless story. Where's the slick denouement?  Where's the clever ploy? You leave me full of  Empty joy; a salad feast replete with Colour, crispness, salty mayonnaise These weighty days of famine how I crave  A beast with flesh that drips with tasty tallow Flows with primal energy for me * My mouth you fill with meat and drink I do And think I don't; you're showing off, the sci...