Lucky B*tch

Lucky bitch - there he is within you - one night and one morning
to bring life to your greasy whore holes: your very existence
To have desire circulated right through your wanton hope;
Raping you with his insistent cock! Yet, this is no rape for  
You are keen to deal with his entirety, tearing you apart;
You actually need him to hate fuck you: replenishing and
Stretching you to the seams with streams of semen;
For, without sir, the hate fucking joys of life would be nothing;
There would just be darkness and stillness and dreams.
There would be no tears in your eyes and no lust to be trampled
In the race through this noxious life; and no dangerous dive
Into your cunt, though you may have sensed that vaguely at parties
Where girls come up to boys and all of them breathe each other in.
Sad fucks. Right now you are awake under him, while they are dormant.
What sir wants right now is for you to do this for him, you filthy hole:
He want you to accept him and to accept his thrusting need;
He wants you to want him to slap your breasts and clamp your throat;
He wants to you to need to be hurt so good as he uses you again;
He wants you to want sir to hate fuck and hate fuck and hate fuck you.
Do it. You have to get it right: he is hard and you are hard to resist.
So be with him until daybreak and then remain until dusk
And until daybreak again. You can do this. And you can be done.

And afterwards, you can come round him wherever sir wants you.
Lucky bitch.