MARDI GRAS MOJO
Choking on his Creole cock—
Tasting his father, uncles, brothers
Stoned, clotted with rum and coke—
Addicted to his baby-paste cum
Pea-green Gulf of Mexico eyes—
His kinky pubes my new moustache
Pealing back his licorice black foreskin—
Conjuring up his swollen pink head
Congo cock with a two-inch slit—
My tongue tip down deep inside him
Nothing like young Mandingo mojo—
Banging his head on the headboard
In my Vieux Carré hotel bedroom—
During Voodoo Créole Mardi Gras
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