MY SCENTS YOU WILL NOT
SNIFF!
THE THOUGHTS OF MY
MIND YOU WILL NOT READ!
NEVER WILL YOU CATCH
THE WAVE OF MY DRIFT!
Through hazy days in
your scary maze
I have suffered you in
your crazy craze
I died in the flurry
of your maids
Servants tied me to
drown with no trace
I need not describe to
you my face
You were there,
cunningly amazed
Why then should I put
forth my whitened hand?
Why need I lend you my
drained strength?
Tell me,
Why I should cry for
help
Alongside your shrunk
frame
You! The nemesis of my
virginity!
I did not beg to be
sold into matrimony
I was just from my
mother’s cradle
Your wealth tied my
father to your throbbing groin; NO!!!
NOT YOUR NECK!
His servitude could
not pay his life debt
So in your bed I found
my body;
A toy for your
wrinkled manhood
I will therefore not
cringe as you fall off the cliff
Count me out!
I will not cry as you
writhe in agony
I definitely will not
weep as you weep for
A soothing balm from
my sour palms
I have always longed
for freedom
That you are going now
is no fault of mine
You can’t blame me
that you strove to ‘perform’
Your John Thomas is
fit for the teeming termites
They could do better
than stir the crooked thin
You pant through the
night – as a mare
Like a depraved doe
who lost her stag;
Her stag to the king
of the forest after a hot chase
I cried like the doe
should
But I am a survivor
I was built to last
I breathe in the
breath of vigor;
Innocent vigor from
the succulent breasts of my mother
I will live to tell
the story
Goodbye old Willy
You just had to go for
me to cum
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