They always say when you've got writer's block
Write about your writer's block
Well how bout instead I write about his dirty cock
Dippin & dabbin
Pricking and stabbing my insides
Why
do I let him continue to contort My cervix
his love is oblivious to his own tool of choice
He pounds
I lay
I do not stray Instead I sway
hip thrusting to the rhythm of his drumstick under my belly
I feel like yelling
I cannot tell now if my pain is his pleasure
Or my pleasure the pain he causes me...
If we had a daughter we'd name her Sadie maskin the pain? or am I cryin' like rain
I can't tell cuz I'm under his thick spell
I wish I had a cock-blocker
And not writer's block
cuz not being able to write a fresh piece
Is like not protesting... not saying how I really feel
and letting him beat
I just wanna lay down with you while you rub on my titties
But instead you're cumming in the condom too quickly & then blaming me
Oh sorry that my pussy is so wonderful in its anti-testicular ways
In its soft wet tight Glory
Oh sorry
I forgot
There's no comparison to your cum-too-quick-cock
See I can keep going all night long... Or not.
When all you've got is a strong... thick... smooth... uh, SAD! SAD! shlong.
Fuck your dick! I mean, I'm not going to.
I don't want to sit on it... play with it
Seriously
There's just not enough room in here
My womb I fear may move out of place
And besides in your haste, it might just replace the idea of the CHANCE I may have had to orgasm, with me zoning into space... without you noticing of course, cuz oh, oh, oh baby. yeaa, just like that right there. :/
I can't even tell if I like it because sometimes it was good...
And sometimes I just wish I could erase all the times your thrust left me painfully wanting more
More than your cock
or me on top
More than on your bathroom sink
More than sex on your speakers cuz I can't scream louder than the decibels can reach
I want more than JUST sex just cuz you're hard and can't deal
I like to play before, be teased, then teased some more
Take your time with me I implore you
Whisper in my ear your soft spoken words
I want your tongue gently tracing the nape of my neck as you hold my hair up with one hand
And stroke my wet glory softly with the other
I wish I could escape this terrible and treacherous ecstasy
No, I don't.
I just wish you'd spend a little more time on me.
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4 comments:
You are very talented boo, I must say. As I read your poems, I can actually see n feel where your coming from, like its crazy... Another must read. Snappin my fingers.
awwwww thanks my love!!!
I wish I was the pen you held when you wrote this or the computer keys that let you free these thoughts. . . I like this one. It's an Onion ;-)
Thank you!
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