You threw up on my shoes,
and hissed at the cat
I drove you into the dirt,
and held your slit at knifepoint
You spit at my mask,
and rolled us into the lake
I wrapped my chain around your throat,
and drug you onto the beach
You clawed at my arms,
and kicked rocks with bare feet
I pinned you to a tree,
and roughly stroked your remaining warmth
You screamed for me to stop,
and your debaucherous body argued
I cut away your clothing,
and watched the nicks on you leak
You whimpered, “Do it already.”
and unearthed my root
I came hard upon entry,
and dared death to stop me
You clung to my false face,
and passed out once you peaked
I whispered, “Get some sleep, love.”
and continued to touch you
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