You said that you wanted me.
It’s hard to believe.
With your head between her thighs,
And you holding her knees.
Not once did you glance up,
To see that I’m there.
With your head held in place,
As she’s pulling your hair.
You said that you need me.
Stupid I know.
Even those who can’t see.
Know you like ho’s.
Is it her fault?
Where you place face at.
Didn’t anyone tell you,
That they had her kitty cat.
There’s a new question,
And it makes me sick.
Did she even wash up,
Or you’re drinking his ick.
I hope you paid for it.
Paid her real well.
That was the last you’ll get.
I won’t pay your bail.
But there’s no need,
For my hands to get dirty.
What’s that I hear?
It’s her 11:30.
Hubby.








Damn, Fia. Straight up fire on this spill my friend. Amazing work. Appreciate you.
Damian
Haha, thank you, Damian ;))
Ick
Now that’s a visual
Uh No
Like
I’m cracking up. Thank you, Poetspeak;))
Wow! I wonder if I could seize that anger? That is very powerful! I might give an angry piece a try. Mine is usually of the “woe is me” variety. Very powerful!
I dedicated my first post today to you…
Anger!
Omg that is so sweet Paula. Thank you