Into The Mind Of A Porn Donkey

Corner store carnal
Blush-stained décor
All shades of cherry
Affinity for the senses

And wicker-stem knots 
For the lips to dip over
While photo tongues pick
Glossy orchard scents

Lashed ankles wrung
For 5 miles, he threw dust
And bucked wheat flower
For a single shrunken carrot

But one day that changed
The new farmer and his black buggy
Which brought nectar and babies
To the tap-water crotch

And they drank and whispered 
In saliva, about seed
That was to be bucked and shipped
To the corner store slicks

Lashed ankles wrung
Circa the backdrop of a field
Next to a bottle of tequila
And a single shrunken carrot