When they beg that I stop
or that at least I go soft,
and then when they scream
because I didn't give a fuck,
...I love it when they cry.
She is hogtied, arms limp,
legs are moist with fear;
muffled face in the dirt
and my mouth on her rear,
...and I love it when they squirm.
And I prod, without consent,
the tender walls of her temple.
Can't contain me, try to stop me
and I sock her one in the face.
...I love it when their kisses' taste like blood.
Pray on the apathetic emptiness,
moan me more in the darkness,
no other help around here but me
will ever set your body free;
You know it, I have won,
the fight was over
before it ever begun,
cry me some more, blame yourself,
place the guilt on your confidence,
we both know what we wanted,
this moonless night was no coincidence,
And I love it when they love it...
...And when they hate themselves for it.
Anonymous3: OMG Frank-Whisky must be soo dark and mysterious and cool. This is genius! Sooo Deep! He's wasted on this site, this ..this pure raw animal feeling, this Poetry that truly expresses the primal themes of dominance and submission involving cartoon animals, why is an artist of this caliber wasting his work on porn. He should put it up for the world to...
Damn! Lost it. There goes my Olympic gold in sustained sarcasm.
Damn you Anonymous2, you say so much but in lines so few
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When they beg that I stop
or that at least I go soft,
and then when they scream
because I didn't give a fuck,
...I love it when they cry.
She is hogtied, arms limp,
legs are moist with fear;
muffled face in the dirt
and my mouth on her rear,
...and I love it when they squirm.
And I prod, without consent,
the tender walls of her temple.
Can't contain me, try to stop me
and I sock her one in the face.
...I love it when their kisses' taste like blood.
Pray on the apathetic emptiness,
moan me more in the darkness,
no other help around here but me
will ever set your body free;
You know it, I have won,
the fight was over
before it ever begun,
cry me some more, blame yourself,
place the guilt on your confidence,
we both know what we wanted,
this moonless night was no coincidence,
And I love it when they love it...
...And when they hate themselves for it.
DEEP
AND
EDGY
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Damn! Lost it. There goes my Olympic gold in sustained sarcasm.
Damn you Anonymous2, you say so much but in lines so few
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Boy, ain't you both the Michael Phelps of wit!
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Needless to say, my reaction was much less than it was here.