Bukkake Wind

by Jason Alan

A bukkake wind

blows in from the east.

The clouds hang in the sky

like granny’s massive mammaries,

sans the coarse black hair

on her sandpapery nipples.

A new day was beginning,

breaking through

like an enormous

corn and peanut infested

bowel movement

ripping a young anus apart.

The sun sprouted like a new pube.

exciting, invigorating;

and the light filled me

like a porn star with a penis

in every hole.

The colors of the horizon

melted together,

from golden shower yellow

to pink sock.

Jizz white clouds.

A thing of beauty so vivid,

I wept

with the veracity of a virgin

being entered from behind

by a huge member.

A bukkake wind

swept my face.

I felt alive and free.

I escaped my despair.

Broke free like a shart

soiling my new life,

and never looking back.

Cuz that’s just gay.