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A Conspiracy Theory ..Of Sorts

  
When it comes down to the raw and real of it    
It's about cocks and cunts      
And codependency      
Not really my verbiage...but I like the alliterations      
      
So the junkie poet asks:      
       
How can we coexist or/and cohabitate      
Outside of this phunky sex      
That we have rabbit holed ourselves into?      
       
I 'love' the cosmology of our sex      
How our Zodiacs interludes      
But I'm not sure if you can tolerate my assholery      
Of me your bitchery      
       
Outside of our bedroom antics      
Who are we?      
What is this 'US' that we claim to hold onto?      
       
In the dankness of dark      
I have discovered reparations etched within your walls      
And you have rediscovered your god      
Through my pompous pumping      
       
But our lord and savior knows      
Socially we are miz-fitted for one another      
       
But damn, my dick fits so nice inside of you      
Inside all of your holes like a good ass yoga stretch      
I love how your spine arches and flexes    
Like a respectable whore    
       
You love how I choke you      
As you remember how I spoke those words of filth into your ear      
       
I remember how you came in response and spilled      
Your liquid legend      
Night after night..after fucking  night      
Shimmering me...soaking me      
       
I love how you cloaked me in your humid darkness      
Demanding more      
More pain....more pressure      
       
My pleasure baby      
       
I don't like you all that much and      
You really  can't stand me      
But this sex-slavery is that thing that binds us...      
Blinds us in this sadomasochistic barbed-wire love affair      
       
So much contempt gets swept under the rug      
By the smug and the egotistical      
Who truly enjoy      
Fucking like two neurotic ends of the same candle      
       
But what else can we do      
But burn as avatars of our devils' advocates?        
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 14th Feb 2022
Author's Note
....the end is always near....
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