Four Parts Whore

part I

today, i want to be held. comforted with a cock.
i want to laugh about being flabby in my belly
and wrestle with someone.
today i have a need to be turned on slowly,
without any determination
or need to fuck or orgasm.
this is one of those days when i want
to stand beside a man, naked,
both of us looking in the mirror,
him pointing out all of my good features...
the breasts, his hands cupping each tit
and sliding down to my navel,
his fingers pulling my vagina open
as he quietly watches my reactions...in the mirror.
i want to feel it happening,
but watch it happen voyeuristically, also.

part II

i need to be set free, made whole
and given clarity.
yes, i want to fuck for days,
but i want to taste every pore
on [your] body, too.
i want to know the patterns of hairs
on your stomach as we
bask in afternoon sunlight.
today i want to know that tomorrow
is coming but not stop to inspect time
or body odor.
i want to sweat and smell of sweat.
in fact, today i want to stink
and smell [you] stinking of cum
and bad breath
and dirty hair.
and moreover, i want to be addicted
to the feel of cum encrusted sheets
and not move, even though it seems "gross"
and unclean.
i want to be unclean.

part III

i want to be real and eternal
and get to the core of another person...
get to the inside guts of who we are...
what fucking can be. i want a house
that doesnt smell like vanilla and
pumpkin spice, no. i want a
motel that wreaks of piss and stale beer
left in bottles overnight.
i want the grime of life,
the david lynch-style sex scene with
sailor and lula in wild at heart.
i want to grab the sheets, tear at them with my teeth
and cum so much my ears pop.
i want to be force fed every cock in sight
and have semen slickened hands that
virtually "glue" themselves to [your] cock
while i stroke it.

part IV

today is the kind fo day where i hate "nice girls."
i fucking despise little white princesses
who can't ask for anything,
who don't know about the human body
or the human condition.
i want to be bitten, gnawed and nibbled.
i want clothing torn and hair pulled.
i want broken bottles and spilled ashtrays.
i want to know i am just one of many.
i want to be completely used,
degraded and made to feel a whore.

and i want to go.