He was there at the mic with a glow behind his head like a literary god, so I fucked him.
Me, two other women, and this bisexual guy named Frank.
It was five-bod-fuck and very poetic:
Frank got the whole thing on tape
for a project he was doing on bisexual poets and those who love them.
Turned out Ed, the poet,
liked to suck cock,
which he did while fucking Susan,
feeling up Beth,
and I held the camera, rolling vid.
This is why I like to hang with poets:
they appeal to my spiritual nature.
