Post-Pubescent Experiences

Degrade me for pleasure
Faecal slut, gaze at me through tears of piss.
Still coughing from the last round,
You begged me for this.
A filthy gash drawn wider by age and desperation,
Still dripping with anticipation.
Too eager to please any thing that will let you
Pawing my thigh like a dog, “sit”.
Oh you like being treat that way, daddy’s little girl Is all grown up.
Still covered in shit just lacking the diaper.
Sweating and convulsing, naked clumsily fondling,
Your filthy nails are tearing me.
Face on the floor.
Bloody lip, black eye still rubbing yourself manically.
Shared fluids, shared diseases, shared genes, shared shame.
Disgust, dead flesh clinging to the soles of sore feet,
Always takes my attention.
In the bathroom bent over the toilet, staring into a vile mess,
Blood dripping from your ass, “I’ll be out in a minute”
And so you emerge, still crawling on all fours beckoning me.
How I wish we could wake up and I’d hear “I'm just a bit sore”,
But no you wake with my semen on your breath and the smell of piss in your skin,
Covered in shit and sweat, and you say “I loved that”.
So I drink my cheap vodka and hold your face into the sheets once again,
I scream I hate you as I try my best to ruin you,
And all I can hear is a confused moan telling me to keep going.