use your body baby
fuck away your fears
use your back use your hate
fuck in spite of tears
there are no reasons
no wrong or right
those mixed emotions
fuck in spite
use it as a weapon
(Pat Benetar was wrong)
feel it deep inside
tune into and feel your anger
that real anger
all that you hold inside
and on a climax
of pure spite
...ride
call in every sexual favour
fuck for what it’s worth
all those cheap used
daddy issue feelings
fuck away the hurt
don’t end it
with a thank you kiss
because it never ends
then feel the damp
between your legs
feel the heat
that mends
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Pandora’s Burden
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” said Epimetheus to the woman clad in silvery raiments standing at the entrance to the temple. Her silver tiara and the silver rings on her fingers and toes glinted in the firelight cast by torches set on either side of the doorway. Lingering in the shadows, beyond the reach of the flames as she was, he could not tell what she held in her hands. At first what appeared to be a box was perhaps a funerary urn, or maybe merely an apple.
By J. Otis Haas6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Tons of people do that. They hate fuck and they fuck hate. Yet, when they hate fuck they ain't trying to procreate. All they're trying to create is a fix in the hole. Yet, You can't fill a bottomless pit of a bucket, it'll never be full.