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Blood is Sweeer than Vanilla

Strut your stuff for all to see
Masquerading yourself like an instrument
Of every innocent girl's darkest fantasy.
Saunter like you own the place
Like every heart is yours for the taking.
The poison drips from your honeydew lips
When your devilish grin flashes,
Mothers pull their daughters closer,
Tighter, far from your grip of sweaty palms and nails that dig 6 feet deep-
Skinning them alive
The stench of bile and guts scattered across the floor
Masks the pungent odour of your breath in their necks
Asking if they want more.
You're prowling for some barbie doll
To toy and tug in every directing
Breaking her legs so she can't run away
Or shut them.
You're playing doctor with a lamb
Begging for mercy at your hands-
Yet they tremble and shake.
Your skin is still as supple and soft as an infant's bottom,
Every hair is still in tact, laying perfectly in place
Your smile is just as innocent as those you've stolen.
I can tell you've never been the hunted.

Cautionary advice
I will not warn you twice.

Cease your mediocre attempts
To crawl beneath my skin.
Playing detective now, are we?
Scrutinising my subliminal concious
In search of revealing my true intentions.
But you've cuffed yourself to a hollow abyss
Keep digging and we'll have your grave to fuck in.
We'll be playing cat and mouse
In a vast labyrinth that knows no end.
You'll lose yourself in attempt to find
The things that scratch and gnaw at the corners of my mind
Where insatiable pleas, insidious moans
Petrified screams wade through sadistic commands
Erogenous murmers and sheared teeth.

Your body is a prison
Convicting the innocent
That beat and batter with bruised knuckles against cold steel and concrete
Trying to find release.
Throwing their heads back then bashing their skulls incessantly
To escape your sweet pergative solitude.
Blood clumps and brains seasoned with hair is offered to you as a feast
Now you may be hungry
But darling
I'm starving.

I'll take over.

Show and tell-
You're the puppet
I'm the master.
You'll spill your guts all over these silk sheets;
I'll make you tell the difference
Between pleasure and pain
If such a thing even existed.
See, I can't be tied down
Unless you're tied up.
I'll Yank on every string
Until I receive a standing ovation.
Beg like a puppy at my feet.
Kneel
Down on both knees.
Whimper as leather whips
Peel away your skin
If pleasure is a sin
Then baby
I'm the devil.
You're such a tease
I'll give you something better to do With that tongue
than to beg me to stop.

You were looking for a fun game to play
Now you've met your match.
I am the predator, the hunter.
You are the prey.
You're not going anywhere with that chain
wrapped around your neck.
You might as well stay
And every order I give you
Every wish, every command
You will obey.

Grab you by your boyish tie
And pull you up into my big girl world.
They say size doesn't matter,
I beg to differ.
I've had men with bigger paychecks and packages
rip me open-
Tearing me apart
As my flesh shudders
Knees shake
Rocking me back and forth
Until the bed breaks
Or I do
Whichever came first, but
I made sure they always came last.
When they were done
Pounding and tugging
Thrusting and gasping,
our moments became nothing
But a stain
On disposable sheets
And black lingerie.
They could afford desert-
Knowing my insatiable desire for hard candy that's sticky and sweet-
They gave me something to suck on
Before they rocked me to sleep.
Now you  
You couldn't make me scream your name
Couldn't make me wet if I were a leaking roof on a rainy day.
What you call a multiple orgasm
I call foreplay.
It seems like you need a lesson or two;
But spanking is for children
To commemorate their birthday.
I'd much rather beat you
Break you
Torture you
Drown you
In your own sweat and tears.

I know how to make little boys regret playing a men's game.
Written by Diedre
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