Bastards

I want one of those 

pieces of muscular Heaven that complicate my vision sphere 

Emitting that sweet, underlying, fragrant smell that captures our bitch senses so suddenly 

Solemnly 

Non-chalantly

They invade all my sensibility

They erode my inner realm away

They scratch at the walls surrounding my womb

Bastards

Beautiful fucking bastards

Delicious, indeed, are you

Gladly giving myself up by giving in to pick- up lines 

The words that tend to generate the turning of the screw

The pounding of the punanni

My vulva drips hot magma down my legs

The aftermath after all the cargo has been unloaded

Leaving me stuck in a cloud of bastards vapor 

Poof!!!

Then they are off to the next little cunt flower in the nearest garden down the lane

All this pain left inside that we should have already seen coming

Bastards

Raining down upon the flora that sprouts from the dirt

If you got hurt, then you deserve it!

Bastards never transform into princes, heroes, knights, not even men

Again and again they leave us suffering and later on, we let it happen even again

That's what we get from being unable to control our adamant desire to have one

God grants wishes to those who say that they are, not only ready, but go so far as to say that they NEED to essentially become enslaved 

Bastards

Haunting our minds

Our hearts 

Our souls

From breath one until the fucking grave

I would rather be some bastards slave than some Polly Puritan nimrod prude

Those dumb bitches get yeast infections, While we all get chopped and screwed

Sometimes dude even sticks around afterward for shower time

But it is only to give themselves the time to come up with new excuses to commit all their emotional crimes

One more time before they hit again the asphalt that paves their roads

Bastards

Working us up until our pelvic pinatas are ready to explode into the thinness that is the air

Leaving us lying there naked and alone

Throttle, missing 

Pussy, hissing at the pussy next door 

Fucked without kisses 

Hit hard as a rock just to find out that we missed our love trains yet again

Without any bastards in our lives, we have absolutely no bliss at all

So, needless to say, I will most likely be falling again here very soon

When it happens,this time I am just going to let myself fall hard, without blaming anyone

Not myself 

Not the bastard

Nobody ...

7-17-2013