Sex Court

Broken City

Sex Court

Spilled blood measures one quart

I never missed a day

As much as a day spent with you

You make me play

With my lover too

He likes it when

We come to you

I count to ten

Now, what to do?

I touch him slow

I do not go

Far from him

Even with the lights dim

Sex Court

I sort

My love and obsession

In your alley

I talk with my baby

And he talks with me

Author's Note

This is very old.

*The blood reference is not towards self harm, its towards a bleeding heart.