Author’s Note: This poem was inspired by
the amazing woman that is Suzanne.
Hopefully I have captured her deepest needs.
She rationally knows what she shouldn’t crave
But her dark emotions just won’t behave
That exterior calm is what you see
But her senses are filled with need beneath
She’s full of conflict for those dark wants
This model wife has desires so hot
Her flesh alert, she needs so much
She wants it rough, no tender touch
No romantic dreams of tender love
With feather kisses and turtle doves
Don’t ask permission to take this whore
Just use her hard, and she’ll crave more
She’s a devoted wife and attentive too
But hidden deep she knows what’s true
Dark needs consume as her body quakes
Her sleep is haunted and she stirs awake
She can’t deny this submissive feel
Looking down, her tits, and arousing thoughts
Her fingers pinch, they’re hard and taut.
Just push her down onto her knees
Call her ‘Cunt,’ and she’ll beg “Sir, Please.”
She awaits your orders for what to do
Her wetness grows, her inhibitions flew
She’s a Sub for men, but for women too
So use her rough, she’ll take her due
Desperately seeking to be used and degraded
All vanilla thoughts are quickly faded.
Called filthy names, so forcefully stated
She gets so hot and humiliated
She needs your words to be so blunt,
To force this bitch and call her Cunt.
Rape her face and throat so hard and taken
Her will is gone, all hope forsaken.
She’s there for just his use and fun
She craves hard cock and loads of cum.
Man juice into her face and hair
If others watch, they’ll stand and stare
Then this cunt out, her appearance a shock
Cum dripping skin, this Cunt loves cock
They know right off, her face reveals
A slut wife whore, your tramp to steal.
Her eyes tell all, she needs this and more
She moans and begs this married whore.
Humiliation surrounds this slut so grand
Just take her rough, she’s called Cuntzanne.