With coffee-stained teeth, Wrung out, strung out; I stared at your Barely legal Regal Singularity. I whispered, “I love you.” Thrilling, stimulating; were your thoughts Fucking my binded mind inside and out. You said nothing. My cock busy, dizzy in your mouth or salaciousness cattiness lazy exhales of stolidity. “What is love but an obsession?” I coerced with frustration, “Then life isn’t worth it.” “Then prove it.” Scared, I knew I couldn’t. So with coffee-stained teeth Wrung out, strung out; I give my last reverence, bitter tears to you, My dear Faustian waste of exquisite beauty.