Erotic poetry, strong sexual and BDSM overtones |
Professional Humiliation Spitting fire, spreading legs Desire fire, tire treads Fuck you for thinking For breathing my air Fuck you for living I adore that stare You bastard rat stinking garbage shit Fuck you for living in the same place I live. Lair, deception, fucking cold hearted fuck What’s the matter is that gag stuck? Welts on your thighs from my fire within My boots need cleaning get on your knees again You piece of shit, filthy white trash Don’t dare meet my eyes unless you’ve got cash A fucking waste of human space Spewing bullshit in my sacred place I’m whip the lies off your tainted tongue With my dreaded singletail song Sweet catholic girl, say hello to Madam X What was that now? You thought this meant sex? Pull that skirt up and I’ll redden your ass Send you on your way, now you’re my trash. Yep I’m sick, twisted, and a whore. That’s why Father so and so keeps coming back for more. I slash your skin and play in your blood I’ll smack your face for playing smug. And I’ll trample you till your nice and snug I’ll be your mistress, just not how you think Once we’ve straitened it out you’ll be tied to the kitchen sink Oh one more thing if you think your gonna get off Maybe you should check your sources and step the fuck off. You wanna be my whipping boi? Well then take a seat. I’m stocked filthy here of willing sluts to beat. |