My First Wife Liked To Sit On My Back

My first wife liked to sit on my back,

a pretty Black, her naked pussy

flattened as if to hatch my ass,

the ostrich eggs of a white boy’s bum.

What she liked to do back there, back then,

was take between her thumbs and squeeze,

the marble-, or shall we say, boil-sized, pimples.

And what she got, with abrupt spurt,

was a bounteous burst of pus and blood,

Gotcha! she’d say, and I’d say, Ah!

as she continued to ply her thumbs,

making decoration galore

for a paper towel, till she had it all.

What a searing, white-hot, cleansing pleasure—

it felt like a bite from I don’t know what,

but something or other that knew its mind,

like Love, perhaps, surprising, great.