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I’m gonna spread
those thighs
up from your snatch
legs apart

I’m gonna force you
poem

I’m gonna hold you
down
try to get mine up
make you drip
wet
poem

I’m gonna slap you
around
now lie back down
hold your legs
up high
let me rub
right between
those
soft
girl
thighs

You’re a forced poem
but look how you coo
saliva seeping
like pleasure weeping
from the corners
of your pouty
puffy mouth

Your hair’s a mess
poem
a nest for
rats
paws
kittens
claws

I wanna get my hands
In that hair
poem
I want your lips
sucking on my teeth

I want you
to smile
poem
and of course
looking pretty

Put on some
make-up
poem
some lipstick
some rouge
some eyeliner
some cover-up

And brush that hair
poem
that’s what girls do

Wash your pussy
poem
and make sure it smells
alright
we don’t want to offend
no man
poems
tonight

We want you drunk
poem
drunk like a monk

Praying to a god
for a vision
poem

A rack of antlers
floating through
your forest
a cross nestled
in between

You are crying
poem
your make-up
smearing
running down
your cheeks

And now you
don’t look pretty
poem

Go wash up
we gotta get you
some sleep

Put that mess in curlers
and pinch those
pale
wet
cheeks

Poem
you never
do anything right
but we got tonight

We will sleep
deep
poem
and you won’t
feel a thing

‘cause I’m tiny
poem
and I slither
like some snake
infested sea

And I want you
poem
don’t be
scared
it’s only me

- melissa hansen


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