He must enjoy making me feel empty
Blowing me off
After blowing his load down my throat
Then, I feel alone
Like I am on a remote island talking to the birds of the jungle
Polly wants more than a fucking cracker
Polly wants a shit load of new friends
Polly wants a pocket full of Benjamins
Polly wants his days of lonely suffering to end
Where the boys are is where I want to be trapped
Slapped in my face with penile prawns
Made love to by mythological beasts
Centaurs
Minotaurs
Gryphons
Fawns
Fanned with giant peacock feathers
Fed fruit to by the glistening bodies of men
Swimming in fine wine and luxuries
Salad, tossed by procission tongues
Painful memories fucked away
Backward from age into my days when I was young
I want them all to be sprung on me
I want them all to beg of my hand, to crave my scent
Bent upon having their way with me
I should never have to feel this way
I should never allow him to shoot me so far down
I am not his fucking depository, nor his silly sex clown
I refuse to feel down anymore
I call out to the Universe to bring them all to me
To formulate their soldier line
I need to find a new warrior with a cock worth making mine....
8/4/2016