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whore for humiliation
nightcrawler. call me that if you don’t like my name.
I chase the darker shadows of decadence, skipping down
new avenues of depravity, dragging her behind me on a leash.
she’s a slut, a tramp, a slattern, & she doesn’t look like any of
those things. at the market, she draws stares from the local
hipsters, like they know; maybe it leaks out between her legs.
she heats up easy when I tell her what she is & how she likes it,
hits the throttle for somewhere over the rainbow & she’s gone.
makes the same trip 3 or 4 times in a session. that’s when I
stuff her soiled panties in her mouth, make her suck down her
own squirt.
anger comes up on me like a rash, I put her on the floor, spread
her legs & slap her face. her sex defies me with lewd remarks,
palpitating for a French kiss, so I dive in with a hard tongue & a
thirst for her whiskey sour.
she’s wet & I’m primed for a slam to the badlands, so she shifts
to all fours, ‘cause she knows every woman is the perfect ride
on her hands & knees.
I cruise into her snakepit like a pump-action shotgun as she croons
her lullaby of oohs & aahs. she spins around just when I’m ready to
blow, I ask her, you want it on your face? she moans ‘yes’ kinda
timid like, the word trembles as it pirouettes off her lips.
the glaze I coat her face with is the frost you won’t find on azalea
leaves, then I massage it into her skin with my velvet head, make her
pretty so other men will take notice & know she’s exactly that type,
an eater, a dumpster, a rag, & degrade her with thick loads, ‘cause
she never gets enough.
she didn’t figure it at the time, but she came to me for the humiliation,
likes to call it love, beyond the perversion & the dirt & the disgust,
maybe that’s what love is, as far as she knows.
& I can do the same for you, if you want it bad enough…
(Art: Nobuyoshi Araki)
Published 17th Oct 2016
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Oooh,John,so good!
'she didn’t figure it at the time, but she came to me for the humiliation,
likes to call it love, beyond the perversion & the dirt & the disgust,
maybe that’s what love is, as far as she knows.
& I can do the same for you, if you want it bad enough…'
It is what it is and maybe that's just the way it should be,killer closing line,gritty art work,all the things that make amazing poetry....
'she didn’t figure it at the time, but she came to me for the humiliation,
likes to call it love, beyond the perversion & the dirt & the disgust,
maybe that’s what love is, as far as she knows.
& I can do the same for you, if you want it bad enough…'
It is what it is and maybe that's just the way it should be,killer closing line,gritty art work,all the things that make amazing poetry....
17th Oct 2016 12:21pm
17th Oct 2016 7:28pm
18th Oct 2016 8:12pm
Don't get too cocky. She might turn the tables on you sometime down the road. That invitation at the end spells trouble....
19th Oct 2016 3:27am
Love the heat and intensity...this was Fabulous
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"I cruise into her snakepit like a pump-action shotgun as she croons"
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"I cruise into her snakepit like a pump-action shotgun as she croons"
16th Nov 2016 8:46am
