Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

Oh Gaius, Gaius

CATULLUS 88

He thrusts astride them, dinner through to dawn

mother and sisters, and he makes them lick

his large excessively incestuous dick,

their clothes ripped off and all the bedsheets torn.

Of course it's not just after them he pants.

He pulled his uncle from a bridal bed

He slapped him silly and then gave him head,

fucked second cousins and three maiden aunts.

There's no forgiveness he could ever get.

Not Oceanus the ruler of seas all

nor Tethys with her world-edge water fall

could wash him clean or even make him wet.

He's practising a swivel of the hips

to get a blow job from his own sweet lips.

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