Said the cuntOwner, prospective, to the cunt:
Will you finally admit you are a cunt?
Or just continue with the front?
This ridiculous facade, charade, masquerade
Denying exactly how you were made?
Not a woman, not a whore,
How much harder will you ignore?
So much less yet that much more.
Not even a slut, certainly not a girl,
Release your darkest thoughts, let the emotions unfurl.
Blending as one, emotions and sexual need
Seethe deep underneath until you are forced to pay heed
Through tears and sweat and blood and the proof of your pleasure,
Everything you are is released for My use, at My leisure.
You try to hide behind the face of a woman, like an unwanted guest
Using your hands like fig leaves to cover your breasts and that hairy nest
You're on display
When and where and how I say
I laugh at the absurdity of your disgrace
The shame you felt trapped in your own space
So comical in your illogical delusion of humanity
An unexpected lapse into sudden vanity
A bizarre expression- from you, like vulgar profanity
Now, little cunt, you crawl to me,
you beg to be
restrained and set free
And you see
your worth to me
is less than a cat's flea
and that your pride is just debris
washed away in a hot and yellow streaming sea
down your throat, you choke, on your knees
and laugh and smile in your glee
at the chance finally
to be one set free
by serving me
...............everything remains
.........unfinished........
...use your imagination....
..........
