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 genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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