i see skies of white clouds of blue how is heaven fucking you this is your day today no bore dress me up in sluts clothing today im your whore how many guys should i suck girls i should fuck maybe i should do this at night until sunlight morality down the drain like bob crane maybe i should stop before i pop don't call me gay im not one way call me a chore now im a whore they smile at me now its here we have nothing nothing to fear make me sluttish and rad buttfucking and bad depressed and sad fucked and had i did it all for you in a perfect circle i have this number whose janine merkle high heels, tight dress no undershirt butt my butt's too big to fit in that skirt but there it is up over my ass intergalactic planatary now im trash i look like a slattern but its a great look for them, for me it' leaves me shook take me out side push me to my knees now youre whispering bout having me in commitees now im horny hot and ready rock hard not fast but slow and steady when will we learn i say its only nine A.M not even half way through this day big man the taunts come dressed to floor doesn't look like a man looks like a whore i laugh, feminine a perfect ten where are my manners just say when i don't want to go through with this but i promised jenny and danny i would wear this skirt that shows my fanny good afternoon,i say as they take me upstairs removing my clothes throwing them on chairs off comes the blouse the skirt, the shoes who does this belong to whose's? off come the stockings danny puts me down my arousal can be felt all over town danny sucks my nipple mary looks at the other then someone else enters he's another i look down at danny smile and rub his head he looks up at me and says he wants to be fed so i laugh and and tell him go and do it good and then ill do it like i should today ive done it live, without gore ive made myself into a monster whore jenny giggles a bit then looks at danny the expression on her face unbelieveably uncanny she's jealous,i think but danny brings me back he drives me higher with a finger in my crack worshipping at my altar jenny's seen enough she has to get off without getting rough as i make love to danny arms around him,pulling him close jenny walks over stop calling this gross! she looks me in the eye hangs in space then lower's her self down slowly on my face i achieved my goal my goal to achieve my feeling is that i can't heave im ready to come somehow its not out and as orgasm begins i begin to shout he's going to make me yell long and loud stand up and say today im proud not gay but bi square but not high tomorrow they're taking me to the shore to show off their brand new WHOREBirth sign: Aries
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