Getting Bumped

These morons around make me want to take my rightful place
In the mafia
Turn a good man bad
And break their
Necks
Leave them well-dressed and dead
On the uneven pavement

 Birthday Present

nipple against glass
squish
i gave him the pressed titties
show
then let him grab my head
my neck and throat rape me.

he shot a massive load on my face again

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wash it from her cleavage

it wasn’t the ocre velvet,
how that blouse made of
skin-tones, even in dust, showed
her huge bust Or how,
fed and juicy, half-stuffed,
still she was a beauty. Not those
words the lover belted her with
like cock-slapping barrage. She
knew there would always be
another, and if anyone
could get what she wants
she knows she is the one--with 
those two big zeppelins 
popping out. If she survived 
the war in her head 
she knows she can survive 
anything from this box 
of syrup.
Sure, the scent of his juice
haunted, she could
not wash it from her cleavage. 
But she’ll be damned if
she let the what-have-beens
braid into her.

women suck

do you wanna have dinner?
i want an iPad?
so no to dinner?

it is hurting my belly. don’t put it in me
blah blah, unsupportive whore bag,
you came two times, don’t you think you can at least finish me