Rocket and her toys
from 
JoeUser Forums
JoeUser Forums
rocket likes to throw her toys
at the wall
it wouldn’t be such a pisser
except her toys are boys worn
out from her torture
and they leave such a mess in the
kitchen
she fucks the boys to throw shit
at me
on the dance floor she’ll whisper
over one’s shoulder with a wicked
smile, “…and he thinks he’s the
dangerous one.”
the prey in her arms holds her
close, flexing his arms in a ripple he
knows she feels
she’ll have him hard and running
into the spider web of her bed
in plain sight of the shrunken balls
she keeps as trophies
she’ll swallow his soul
just moments before she swallows his
cum
she’ll ride pony till he’s saddle sore
wishing he had written his will
leaving the particulars to the priest's
discretion
by morning, in the light of a painful sun
he’ll have aged a decade and stumble to
his car wearing that “forever lost” stare
he will never be the same
not ever again.
I always light a candle.
J. Masuda © 2004
at the wall
it wouldn’t be such a pisser
except her toys are boys worn
out from her torture
and they leave such a mess in the
kitchen
she fucks the boys to throw shit
at me
on the dance floor she’ll whisper
over one’s shoulder with a wicked
smile, “…and he thinks he’s the
dangerous one.”
the prey in her arms holds her
close, flexing his arms in a ripple he
knows she feels
she’ll have him hard and running
into the spider web of her bed
in plain sight of the shrunken balls
she keeps as trophies
she’ll swallow his soul
just moments before she swallows his
cum
she’ll ride pony till he’s saddle sore
wishing he had written his will
leaving the particulars to the priest's
discretion
by morning, in the light of a painful sun
he’ll have aged a decade and stumble to
his car wearing that “forever lost” stare
he will never be the same
not ever again.
I always light a candle.
J. Masuda © 2004
