Dear John Doe

 
You would never have guessed
I am so good at this
Had years of practice
All make up and fake tits
You were so easily fooled
Such a fuckin sucker
As we left the club
Back to my place
As I promised
You were so easy
Handcuffed to the four poster
A black velvet eye mask applied
Let’s not release the secret yet
“I’m going to have you!” you say
You may well be right
Or maybe I’ll have you
I take you out of your pants
You are already hard
I slip my hand round it
Gripping it tightly
You shudder and moan
I flick my tongue
Round your purple head
I spit down your cock
It dribbles down your shaft
One hand massages your dick
Now saliva moisturised
I take your member  
Deeply into my mouth
Flicking, sucking, hand pumping
By now you are brick hard
My spare hand needs work
I thrust my thumb in your ass
You shout no, but mean yes
I work your anus
I work your cock
You lie their and take it
You lie their loving it
With a deep shudder
You start to shake
You burst your load
I swallow it like a cheap whore
“Best blow job I’ve ever had.” You say
But you don’t know the secret; yet
I shackle your ankles to the bed head
Your feet pointing straight up
“oh god! What now.” You say
I push my hard cock in your ass
I thrust into you
Now you whimper
Now you plead
The secret is dawning on you
Or so you think
I fuck you hard
Blood is the lubricant
Harder and deeper
Now you scream
Now you scream
I come into you
The screaming stops
You are now crying
Feeling dirty, feeling defiled
You lie ‘still’
This woman is a man
Your turn to get fucked
Proper fucked
No more ‘morning coffee’
The secret is threefold
I am a man
My hero is  
John Wayne Gacy
I am now considering  
cutting off your face
and wearing it as mask
 
 
(Poetspeak - this is all your fault - lol)