He loved women
He loved sex even more.
His hunger surpassed his common sense
And he always thought with little joe.
She was the epidemy of perfection-
Perfect face
Perfect hair
Perfect ass
Perfect chest
And one could only assume
Perfect cunt.
After his predicted come ons
She was his seemingly prize for the time being.
He adjusted himself in pride
And thought what the hell
When she said "let's do this at mine"
Naked and sweaty
Thier bodies pulsated
He quaked her body with all his thrusting
Pushing it in with ever cum shot
And like usual, he nodded off
And passed out from exhaustion and ODing on liquor.
He didn't sleep long
Which really wasn't a problem
She worked fast
And tied him up within minutes.
What he fell asleep to
a mild mannered, feminine bedroom
Was blarring with death metal music
Red and black lights killing any white-
How quaint, he thought, kinky tonight
When she re-entered
It was if his conquest never existed
Breasts were gone, now just bloody patches
And she kept repeating the name "Harold"-
Her hair was arye,
But cutting with a butcher knife will do that-
And now as her donor lay prepped
He whimpered at the thin wire.
He begged and bargained
But she never even heard him
Just settled the wire underneath his scrotum
Rocking it back and forth...pushing it upward...
But she never heard him...
Only the crickets heard him screaming.
Birth sign: Gemini
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