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So Many Perverts

Black lashings, words upon white flesh
Branded with temptation
Desire to design lust
The safe word is banality
Of which I am gagged and bound in resistance
You feel no caress from me
With a hand which twitches to press buttons
Turned on with the computer
I dictate without ordering
Obediently you do as I command
Categorized as erotica
Marked as extreme content
The reads come rolling in
So many perverts, slumped over their sticky keyboards
These poets who speak of lust
With one hand on their crotch
Eager to go fuck themselves
At least we know there's enough of us out there
Each more depraved than we realise
Why not exchange numbers in the comments section
And we'll degrade one another with our common erection
Cum without me
A sleazy literary tease
Who writes of rape and necrophiliac fantasies
For I see few others share the thoughts it seems are so eagerly anticipated
We made love to make lust
Do we all just believe there is more poetic feeling, or talent to find in erotica
Simulation's of stimulation help to test the theory
Written by A_Conduit (Behappy - Bhairava)
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