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Pig

Misogynist pig,

strong and demanding

with entitled eager prowess

hard for anything with hips

“Mami, you smell gooood…”  

This creature, lapping,

tongue dripping word drool

down my neck.

I am dreaming now,

awaken by the ghosthands

of an older man.

"Please.." barely escapes my lips,

"...don't.." makes its knot in my throat.

My spine tingles

with wild impulse,

claws drawn and digging holes

into my seat.

I wanna scream,

I am not your mami,

I am not your baby,

I am not your sweetheart,

Your cutie pie,

I AM NOT YOURS!

and still, this vile swine, undeserving

with his expectant toothy smile

and hot heavy breath

is stealing in my scent.

Wild animals

know no bounds

And He's lucky I stayed civilized.

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Published
Aug 22, 2013
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