Stream of Cumsciousness

 
  Forgive me whoever is listening to my thoughts for I am about to sin.
 Damned be the one who forced upon me the ability to feel everything,
 Everything and more that I will ever be able to comprehend.
Disgusting whore, unpure slut? So be it.
How I love the wreath of veins on his arms, making their best to hold me down
By acquainting my knuckles with the spikes of my spine;
But I can’t lie, my favorite are those throbbing somewhere much deeper,
Penetrating my flesh, as well as my mind.
I am unable to think straight, I am unable to think.
 I am drowning in lust, I am pleading for more.
Rays of pleasure possessing my puppet-like body,
I’m losing contact with reality, I’m, I’m about to-
Here’s that triumphant smile,
There’s that elevation of devious mouth corners,
‘’Did you like that?’’
You fucking nympho. I love you.