Written after a heart shattering break up. To prove that this little Nymphet was still gone from my heart. Which of course at the time of writing this she wasn’t. But now in time of publishing, that daunting skinny bitch is finally gone from my mind.
There is no fire beneath my loins
For the one I’m about to parade about.
This sex fiend
Ready and Willing
Dreading to say no
Hesitant to say yes
Without thought acting
Destroying anything with her talons of lust
My pain turns to light
The new pleasure
You want it to stop
You want it to plaque you
You want it more than any thing else in your existence
Her neck a flesh banquet waiting to be loved
The blouse undone
The breast as bare as any other skin that shined
She asks me to lick her taunting nipples
I don’t hesitate
I act with out remorse
She squirms
She please
Yelling for her gods
Screaming for more
Her pleasure nightmare
Entangling us
Binding us
As eternal lovers shared thoughts we shared this
Our pleasure nightmare
My fire for her, long lost lust, shall never return
Only the desire for more from her,
My loin fire extinguisher.
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