Bent

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