Dark Meat

Somehow, every Thursday

it’s always the same,

my husband is jealous

screaming my name,

tied in a chair, pathetic and nude.

He’s soft, and he’s small. I’m wet, and I’m crude.

Black stallion from the precinct

in a pressed uniform

unzipping and stripping

the clothes that I’ve worn

on my way to the market.

My ice cream is soup.

He pulls off his belt,

slips my neck through the loop,

This guy is quite handsome

with muscular thighs,

and the pistol he's packing

is a footlong surprise,

so thick and distinguished,

veins bulging and blue.

"Lean over the table.

I'll rip you in two."

I try to resist,

but he's strong as a bull.

His black cock is throbbing.

His huge balls are full.

He pushes me over,

spreads my legs with a kick,

splits my pretty pink pussy

with his milk chocolate dick.

“I’m so sorry, Officer,

for speeding through town.”

He jerks on the belt

till I can’t make a sound.

All I hear is the smack

of his sack on my hood.

I’m gasping for air!

He's **** me good.

“I’ll teach you a lesson

all white girls should learn.”

The room’s growing darker.

I'm fraught with concern.

He pinches the berries

on the peaks of my breasts

and scrambles my eggs

as he peppers my nest

with spatters of gravy.

It’s creamy and hot.

He dumps his big load

in my credit card slot.

My husband is ****

to eat the cop's cum

from the tip of my clit

up the crack in my bum.

"Lick it up little cuck,"

the policeman insists.

He tugs the belt tighter

and cuffs both my wrists.

The lights are all fading.

I'm bucking for breath.

This cop's gonna strangle

my white ass to ****.

My hubby is licking

my pussy so well.

I'm just about dead,

and he can't even tell.

It's true what they say.

If you come as you die,

you squirt like a bitch

when your soul starts to fly.

I sink in a cloud.

I can still feel his rod.

His black shaft is pumping

me closer to God.

There’s a tap on the window.

I’m nudged wide awake.

Just slow it down ma’am.

I’ll give you a break.