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[//consensual//] non-consensuality ~
i pick love from my teeth:
nails gouging pink flesh
to carve your epithet
into my bleeding gums
your name always brings
a smile to my lips ~
pressing torn french kisses
to your backhand caress
in a whiplash catch.22
with my glass skull trapped
between concrete and steel
//
blood ~ saliva ~ tears... mine
//
my defensive cut epitaph
clawed into your eyelids
hopefully blinding you to
the oretic glimmer in my eyes
your heel crushing my throat
always steals my breath~
your savage touch fisted
against my aching scalp,
whimpers of protest impaled
by demand and drowned
in a warm flood
//
cum ~ sweat ~ groans... yours
//
i wear lecherous bruises
to fingerprint your assault
between alabaster thighs
cruelly wrenched apart
your weight on my hips
always makes me wet ~
thrashing in self~preservation
fuels your brutality
each punishing thrust
harder than the last
until exertion consumes lust
//
pain ~ pleasure ~ yours ~ mine... ours
//
last thoughts of you
drip from my cunt
when i lay in my desire
and twitch like an epileptic
i've always loved feeling
like a crime scene ~
until you pull me close
and i conform to your length
in fetal vulnerability
lulled by the soothing whispers of
good girl
nails gouging pink flesh
to carve your epithet
into my bleeding gums
your name always brings
a smile to my lips ~
pressing torn french kisses
to your backhand caress
in a whiplash catch.22
with my glass skull trapped
between concrete and steel
//
blood ~ saliva ~ tears... mine
//
my defensive cut epitaph
clawed into your eyelids
hopefully blinding you to
the oretic glimmer in my eyes
your heel crushing my throat
always steals my breath~
your savage touch fisted
against my aching scalp,
whimpers of protest impaled
by demand and drowned
in a warm flood
//
cum ~ sweat ~ groans... yours
//
i wear lecherous bruises
to fingerprint your assault
between alabaster thighs
cruelly wrenched apart
your weight on my hips
always makes me wet ~
thrashing in self~preservation
fuels your brutality
each punishing thrust
harder than the last
until exertion consumes lust
//
pain ~ pleasure ~ yours ~ mine... ours
//
last thoughts of you
drip from my cunt
when i lay in my desire
and twitch like an epileptic
i've always loved feeling
like a crime scene ~
until you pull me close
and i conform to your length
in fetal vulnerability
lulled by the soothing whispers of
good girl
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