Slick


I am slick.
I reach between my legs with two fingers,
And inside, I am so slick,
Like horse spit or snail trails,
Nothing like girls.

I gather scoops of my come on my two hooked fingers,
Bring them to my mouth — wet,
And eat myself for breakfast.

You are in some bed miles away imagining,
My horse spit slickness,
Riding on your thigh like a pony girl,
Neighing loudly.

I fuck myself with my fingers,
Pull my mane – my labia,
Then spread my wet all over my belly,
Braying for more.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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