death
i met him once at a hooker joint
i thought so too, just like you
but he wasn’t there
to screw
in that dingy corridor
when i stepped out
after i pumped macho
my balls feeling alight
loosen up, free
he winked at me
bastard was poking holes
on the dotted rubber
with a pin sharp
arjun bagga 
Unbelievably good, Arjun. It’s been a pleasure to get to explore your blog. The story above deserves to be retold; you’ve left me wanting for more. All the best. Wesley
You are a sincere writer. Good luck. Arjun