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Click herepoetry is
a teasing frigid bitch
who wears tight tops
with her nipples poking through
but won't let you
feel up her titties
who tells you that
she shaves her pussy
but won't let you
see or touch or taste
who wears stilletto heels
with her nails painted red
but won't let you
suck her sexy toes
who won't let you fuck her
for years at a time
and says "it's me not you"
which doesn't matter much
because the outcome is the same
whose only reality
is manipulative fantasy
poetry is
a teasing frigid bitch
that explains how hard it is to make it in the poetry world tormenting the hell out of you when wanting a piece of the action and not getting it. i think it leaves any writer on the verge to take the clothes off poetry with an expression of utter rage. at least that is my thoughts. nice piece.
I like that you sound like you want to rape poetry, but can't quite seem to get up the sack to do it. Nicely done.
she may appear a bitch. But after getting to know her I've found her to be a demanding, and at times very rewarding mistress.
Perhaps you're not using the right words when you approach her?
alright alright you convinced me
you may fuck and suck with any luck
take nipple between teeth, spikes digging into back
back arching for depth and press-
moaning,
"it is not you, it is you"
taking on the fantasies fantasy.
love always my devilish little snookems,
~Madame Poetry