Pale OLB Thick Smoke Up Close Leather Vest & Gloves PPPoetry
Somehow I misread
what was never said
there was no love
it was all in my head
he just wanted somebody
to take the bed
and afterwards they'd
be as good as dead
if ghosting was a bullet
he would be
made of lead
OR desire was a fist
you'd be seeing red
instead of fantasizing
about being wed
beware he is the virus
and not the med
somehow I misread
Spending the daze lost in a playground built out of sticks & stoned with dick that's boned and has atoned to being a machine to the obscene in scene less places with bearded faces who slowly erases the way it feels to be Me
FindomiNADDICTIONARY
Simply spoke with a toke of smoke
The dick wants to poke a hole
even if attached is a soul
who says too much
my fucking will mulch the mood
forcing the weak subdued
with language sharp and crude
like the oil that boils in the tank
forcing another trip to the bank
Watching as bank account sank
Because handing over cash
makes a beta wanna wank
afterward CashMaster it will thank
Although inside the feeling is rank
After it cums the mood gets all sad
for the empty bank account feels bad
like it has just been had
by an evil Dad
that is why this lad is no longer glad
yet he (it) doesn't get mad
since it followed findom fad
(he) It was to blame a tad
it was kind of rad
Sex says to come Just then
in order to cum again
Let the sexual set the schedule