​Dwelling cannot quell the yearning; fruits shivering in pickled sweat, tangled in each other’s churning, ignoring God’s threat holding back my good girl’s snack.  Porous pane bleeds blood milked by my strain.  Raping my heart resonates you, my separate angel, the crime of synthetic self, leaking edible dew.  RRRRrrrr...  Sweet meat, take a seat while I slurp your decadent heat.  Press your naked ass against the glass, I’ll lick the condensation radiating through the shine, smooching your flattened cooch; slick folds soooooo fucking fine. My growls resonate the cage, tickling your shrine, your moans are my gauge.  Your autonomy is sweet sage this is not the end...we’re just turning the page. 

​Interracial sex is a result of jaded-conquest-fetish, with immaculate self-loathing, from God’s cunt cult fathers decipher fascistically, OR suffer the burn of sunken dread, signalling somatic agony, to remind dads, Christ saved us assholes.  MY “journey” gives my son and daughter a choice.  Ignore dad’s critics or become one.  Youth-encouraged-educational-ignorance severs children from fathers.  It’s a ritual deflowering fathers can’t stop; hence his “pious” anger...ironically fueling the lust FOR i.e., interracial sex with “pious” rebellion.  It’s an ignorant choice both enjoy banking on the contrast to deliver effortless attention parading their virtue like we give a shit.  It’s a fetish.  A conquest-fetish that runs its course when fragility takes root behind the paywall of marriage, common-law & child support.  Wanna hear “I told you so” for the rest of your life?  Then you are your own person.  Accept “piously” on your own.
 
by John Ralph Tuccitto (December 4th, 2025)