all right

so maybe
i like spending
most of my time
with my hands
between my legs
maybe
i like a little
kink
with my
love
maybe
i'm happiest
when i'm in bed
with someone
feeling them
slam
into me
hard
rough
fierce
cum
and emotions flow
with it
sticky sweet
and
tender

call me
a slut
if it'll make you understand
or say
i'm a free spirit

wanna know
why
i am such
a whore?
why
i succumb
to slavery
to being sacrificed
over and again?

because

i don't allow myself
to express
feelings
in the canned soup
we call life

i let myself
go bland

but
in sex
in bondage
in pure
unadulterated
fucking

i can be me
i can cry
and scream
and let my feelings go

i can be helpless
and needy
and vulnerable
and loved

and
the sweet relief
of orgasm
tires me out
so that i
can recover
from the intensity
of feeling
everything
i left
bottled
on forgotten dusty inner shelves

the comfort
of a warm body
next to me
makes me realize
i'm not alone
and i
am
at last
untroubled
at peace
safe

so yes
i love sex
and i
am a kinky little minx
i like my pleasure
with a touch of pain

i won't apologize

and this is why

sex
allows me
to be the person i am within
i can fight
i can lose
and it's all right
i can be
frail
weak
and it makes me more desirable

i don't want to be an equal

i want
to be
fucked

i want
to be forced
to enjoy myself
to let go

i want my hair pulled
as my cunt
is filled
with thick
hot
humanity
i want to be
slammed into
i want
to be an animal
who is just driven
by primal desires
reasonable fears
and never
ever
doubt
i want to be able
to struggle
and weep
and cry out
and yet
have my emotions
pour out
in spite
of
me

there is
more therapy
in sex
than i have ever found
in pills
and roundabout questions

more safety
in bondage
and leather whips
than i ever felt
in leather chairs
and the bondage
of
hospitalization

sex
allows me
to be
myself
without
having
to justify

in the buckled restraints
that i strain against
in the floggings
that burn my skin
in the feral way
i am
fucked

there is
salvation




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