he is all sex and cum and slick oil, underneath his baggy shirts, and rolled-up old-man pants. peering into her pink diary, picking locks, pondering the hot tub. i can see her shimmering empty thoughts, full of him. and he sucks her dry. and i wonder why she takes it all on her back, how she keeps on dancing, how she stays free. he is all sex and cum and slick oil, underneath his baggy shirts, and rolled-up old-man pants. and he sucks her dry.