The Erotic Underground 18+ Only

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She wore the scent of her        
pussy rubbed raw and wet          
as perfume    
because she wanted me to taste her          
when she walked in the room          
          
heart hammered humming bird fast          
ticking like a clock on speed          
I want her          
           
All these poets crying in their fucking tissues with this need bullshit have it wrong            
           
want          
   
want is the shitstorm          
want is the emotion that makes a man          
shove his hand into a blender          
to make sure it’s the right kind of damaged          
           
Right now          
I want her          
           
hair in my balled fist          
slam in hard          
punch her cervix          
so she can feel me words deep          
while I demand she scream my name          
           
I can tell from            
her words          
she wants    
   
to lick the passion          
from my throat          
feel my weight on her          
in her             
scream obscenities          
paint sweat spattered Jackson Pollacks          
on the sheets          
to the tune of a jackhammer          
           
she wants my rage          
my hardness          
calloused hands          
coarse words          
there’s no room to be          
human          
           
no room to whisper            
love sonnets and            
romance novels          
the only thing that really gets her off          
is the caricature of man          
that she draws with the wetness of her          
depravity          
encourages it          
controls it          
           
a thick cock        
pulsing for her        
a night of molotov-orgasms          
until all that’s left is            
a smoking crater            
in the middle of the bed          
and we’re both          
burned to the core

  
I want it  
like sheer madness  
that's weeks starved,  
gnawing each thought to the bone    
craving utter destruction in complete    
my hidden, rabid lunacy    
is uncontained fire    
 scorched earth,  
breathed with every breath    
   
The taste of evil coats my tongue    
   
I need it    
like I know you do    
wickedly, I laugh inward    
intentionally pushing buttons-hard    
fucking your mind - up    
for the unparalleled pleasure of reaction  
Is it evil when it's required sustenance    
we both feed of?  
   
I hear my voice - brutally biting and beautiful    
(saying something about unfit fathers)    
and you,    
being like yours    
knowing just how fucking shitty that is    
and how deeply the wound slices    
Clawing , Ripping , Tearing    
I must draw serious blood    
from each searing word-puncture—  
bleeding plentiful    
I feel you sweetly and horribly teeter    
making my wet pussy    
crushingly grind against my drenched panties

I can see your delicious rage-desire    
building and viscerally course    
just under your skin    
my foul bitchiness is fully automatic    
the selfish cunt that I am,    
relishes inflicting pain    
a means to an end    
of my own second by second aching    
   
His control, is epic    
yet I. am. relentless.    
   
I need it    
to be fucking punished    
brutalized and contorted    
like I know you want ...to do    
Must. do.    
We, must do.    
   
I know what I have buried,    
(all that is disgusting and depraved)    
and what my actions will solicit    
I double down  
releasing any submission    
to vicegrasp onto old weapons    
without thinking    
it flows, mercilessly    
   
just, do it    
   
Only you know and accept the filth fuck that I require    
   
Mouthing off with—    
"you fucking idiot, pussy"... "It's no wonder they left you" kind of meanness    
needing that moment    
where controlled mastery    
slips into the severity of payback.    
   
My truth is harsh and scary and honest    
I need you to abuse me    
need this heightened fear state    
brutalizations, I command silently    
you need the convincing, I supply    
soothing a darkness we both    
more than understand    
raping all semblance of reality    
throwing me against the wall-floor-bed-sink    
slapping my tits until I'm screaming    
with consensual, terrified eyes watering    
is a welcomed communion    
decorated of welted beet red rewards, pulsing    
Then—You.    
Instantly trust to fill every single part of me    
over and over and gloriously over again    
caressing ornate pain with savagery    
waves of it, anoint and exalt    
turbulent tears    
stream down my cheeks    
even I can't tell if they're tears of pain or joy    
making them the sweetest kind    
   
I want it    
like I know you do  
like I know you did    
   
   
and I take it  
   
   
   
all.