She wants me to write erotica

she wants me to write erotica
a whiff of kink in carnal hue
unblemished yet slutty
maybe even something good

she commands hordes,
of mindless slaves; to her allure
the mistress of broken hearts
armed with whip, chains
and other immoral things
radiating lust so pure
it ensnares without a glance
my merciless significant other
there's no other I would suffer

her caramel skin calls to me
hungry and angry - I leave her so
her velvet touch reverberates through me
crashing waves of emotions against her shell
cradling me ever so gently in her bust
legs locked behind, as if to pose
the heart stealer knows her art
and just as fluidly as she takes 'my part'
I am flayed by her will

I can see, helplessly still
she despoils me when she pleases
and ignores me when she done
already calling to the next one in line
gagging and fucking whole yards of nine
collecting urges and flattery alike
how could I have loved her in spite?
her subtle molds and tighter holes held me
her thoughts bereaved me, and I was bereft

she does not notice me
I do not care
I chase her around
even strip for her, bare
I want her, only for once
to recognize me for me
rather than take me for granted
like another fuck buddy
wishful thinking? absolutely

she wanted me to write erotica
a dash of pain with sex ridden lies
anal-cunt derived as orgies thrived
all alone, inside her mind.