Prison Bunks

Back behind the prison walls
There’s slabs of frustrated meat.

Beef so needy like you have never seen
Ready for lips that are wet with hot jizz
a smooth wet pipe of a mouth to plug.

They need throat and mouth and cunt so wet.
Their slabs of meat point out straight from
where they once laid pushed into a suffocating tangle of
hair and sweat and baggy skin – fumes of the crotch
waiting to escape,
filling my nose with the smells that would make me
drop to my knees and inhale the aroma
of prison jock strap sweat.

Jockstrap Ball Sack