The Sex Monster

I know it well:

sparkling eyes
girly cries
the joy of penetration

blonde girls,
black girls,
Thai girls

long red and brown hair
twirled in my fingers

white thighs
full breasts with pink nipples
and pink cunts

black girls with doe eyes
and cunts pinker than pink

fucking for love
fucking for money,
for kids, or just the fuck of it

amid thrusts,
I close my eyes and see the monster:
giant and primal
with three black eyes

breathing through its reptilian holes
it opens its mouth in joy
to reveal a hundred fangs

It has made me weak
and made me strong;
my body bears the scars
and the monster is inside of me,
and probably inside of you
in one of its many incarnations

Despite its occasional ferocity,
I like the monster:
it is not about bondage or torture
but primal freedom

Of super-human intelligence,
it will not be caged or enslaved:
it has no silver bullet
and the cross turns it on
more than a strip bar

We love to blame our wrongs
on the horrible monster,
but it just laughs and shows its fangs
and in those great black eyes
there is boundless love