Neurotic Erotic: Baked Goods for Sale
By MorganLikely
Puttied Play-Do
Kneaded
Gently between my palms,
Shaping shapely figures,
Curves and lines
And quiet calm.
Thrusting fingers,
Sticky wetness,
Dripping softly down
Below
Ash and gray,
Slick and wetness,
Gently
Gently
Rolling dough.
I blindly let my fingers rolling
Penetrate your deep insides
Poking
Picking
Pricking
Prodding
Thumbing
Tonguing
Licking
Wide
I know not whence these urges came,
I know not how
Or Why?
Or What?
I know that I am sickness Man
And you my cherry
Wanton
Slut
I shape you gently
To my pleasing,
Lurid
Shapes that I despise.
And self-abuse
Commenced
Retreating,
Sticks my member to my thighs.
I know not why
A wretched retching,
Consumes me from inside.
And at the moment
Twisted
Hurling,
Masturbation comes alive.
I guess I love
Yet I hate you,
Both are equal in my eyes.
And if you love me
And despise me,
Perhaps we might just get on by...