On Contemplation of Sex in the Jungle

She sits there licking fleas and lice
From the reddish brown hair of my thigh
Her black face chomping the insects
Swallowing
She gets up, her lips smacking
With the tastiness of her feast
I toss her down and jump aboard
Thrusting myself inside her
As she screams and sighs and moans
Animal lust ripping through our organs
With each wild thrust
And then I am done.

TTO