Like a tear drop that runs down your cheek
— a tear of hurt-joy, trickled in the midst
Of being fucked hard like a whore —
As you turn around and coil like a fetus weak,
I will nibble your ear and ask, want more?
Your well-serviced cunt, as it glistens
Like a well of molten granite
Being rubbed and tuned,
As I pull out the gun and watch it drip lubrication,
As your tenderness comes red, hurt and bloomed,
I will find your desire well spent,
surrendered to my lust for you, my
Instrument’s sultry plaything.
You, who is not mine in the eyes of the world,
Who believes you are naive
To be restrained by a ring.
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