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Click hereThe Transformation I.
You walked into the room as loud as Detroit
I thought, "another loud mouth bitch"
until I caught a glimpse of perfection.
It happened fast
that I was yours
before I had a chance
to contemplate your demons
I was dressed in lust
a hyper-flexed slut
at your disposal
I crawled to you willingly
begged for your fruit
you loved to make me wait
living off the energy of
some deep seated satisfaction
in knowing I had never
traveled down your sub
way before
there I was with my tongue
in your ass wanting more
you sensed it and pushed
me away, before you fed
me your chisselled feet
one painted toe at a time
my breath was quick
and uneasy, my desire
burning like an inferno
you wanted to taste
the fear in my eyes
I wanted to give you
anything you required
these changes came fast
the black book in my guitar case
thrown into the fire as you laughed
I wondered if it would pass
this side of me so wanting
to please you, just for a taste
of your sweet cunt
I pleaded with you
to fuck my face
to paint it with
your honey
instead you beat my ass
and called me a pig
then sent me on my way
with a knowing smile
I would soon be calling
begging you for more
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Am I bad to smile after reading the last strophe?
Your poem is better than most of the dirty poems on literotica. And that's because it's more than a dirty poem. There is humor and intelligence in your words.
I look forward to reading what else you have to say.