The Sex Fiend

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Fucking feels good.
It dulls the pain.
When I’m in a pussy
there’s no need to use my brain.
I just follow my instincts
and I know where they’ll lead me,
When I’m starving
it’s sex that you should feed me.

I can tell my girl what to do
and I know that she will heed me
her heart is stuck on me like glue,
all she knows is that she needs me.
Poor bitch, she doesn’t have a clue.
She’ll do anything to please me.

But don’t be frail
with your female.
Haul off and slap her if she gives you any sass
tell her not to cry or else you’ll kick her ass.

I humiliate, manipulate
make her suck my cock
when I dominate my mate
It gets me as hard as a rock.
Power gets me off.
Forget the kissy kissy stuff.
When a woman needs correction
I correct her through her muff.

Bitches want it all the time
despite what they say.
Once they’ve been manhandled
you can’t make them stay away.

Each time I get an itch
to fuck my bitch
I rub her clit,
work her g-spot a bit
or suck on a tit.
I like to finger her asshole
till I make her cum.
Then jism on her face
or her tits, or her bum.

Sure I’m addicted
but at least I’m not restricted
to the sex life that’s depicted
by the bible thumping crowd.
I could never keep a cover
on how much I’m with my lover.
When my dick gets hard
I try to get it right above her.

I spend so much time in bed
it’s where they’ll find me when I’m dead.
If I have a heart attack
while she’s fondling my sack
I’ll go out eating pussy or getting head.

You can’t blame me for tryin’
to be cummin’ when I’m goin’
because when it’s time for dyin’
I won’t be standing up but lying.

Don’t be fooled into believing
sex is only for conceiving.
It’s no use trying to deny
you love the blowjob you’re receiving.

There are many wonders in this life
but fucking trumps them all,
and since I mentioned butt fucking
I feel the urge to ball.
I do my bitch right in her booty.
She won’t trip,
she knows her duty
besides her orgasms are beauties.
After all is said and done
I’d rather cum in her bum

My advice is to make nice.
When you think you have a chance
to get into her pants
don’t hesitate to bring about romance.

I know that some will say that I’m a fool.
That to be ranting about fucking is taboo.
But I know that if you try it;
adding fucking to your diet
will make you see that you’re a fool too!

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AnonymousAnonymousover 5 years ago
What a crock of shite!

I cannot believe the fact that no one, not one person, has liked or commented on this poem. What a bunch of dicks!!

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