Boredom is contagious

I am lost to a phony smile
I would like to see those lips freezer-burned to my TV dinner
Come tonight
I walk a nonchalant swagger
Behind that luscious tail of yours
I can feel the heat whisper out
From those bulging, cuddly thighs
As they sway two-and-fro
You’ve become a bleeding target

That gesture wasn’t meant for me
I’m sick but I’m not fucking stupid
You run your fingertips down your neck
Beyond the nape and towards your back
Let me see
How long this tired walk has been?
How far the rabbit hole sinks down
You will relinquish my aching sin

Slide into the shadow of the gutter from whence I came
My hands prove twice the size of your efforts
The choke is successful
And the yoke is secure
I throw you through the threshold of my doldrums

The ropes are brittle
Barely breathe
The pace is slow
You should have never looked at me
It was a signal for some fun!
Now taste the salty blade
I’ve rubbed it down amidst my sin
I glide it over your robust mountain tops
I will harvest them from the boney terrace
And turn your sultry banks scarlet with all my lovely hate


Stick my nostrils deep into your nettled hair
It curtains that painted mask you wear
You cry predictably when I admit
That it is dabbed whorishly,
It is my least favorite part of you,
And I’ll be doing away with it, later
You whine noisily
What, it was a joke?

You angrily shriek as
You feel the stallion nuzzling at your libido
Time to show you all my wares, young lady

Though boys are never partial to toys
I have a collection for the girlies I meet

Meet
Mister hammer, who makes you clamor
The lusty saw, who’s reeling to paw,
Magical mace, He’ll fix your face,
And Happy Ice pick, who wants to stab you.

I’m almost annoyed at the indecision
As gentle liquids
That have found their way out of you
Cause a rebellious scent to muster
Tiny globules speckling your body
I decide to use the studded belt
Drop my pants
And let my cock out 
I have you fastened on a hook,
And you twirl as you scream
Carnival is held in my basement this year
The meat welts
More swelling of succulent pelage 
I still can’t find your face in the blur
Your hysteria
The facet is delusion
I’m alarmingly aware
The flesh is fit to burst

Time to take the knife
I slash gleefully with equal vigor
We take adolescent revels
And distort them in our carnage
The laughter swarms out from my throat
The pitch from you is high
The feathers of flesh
So buttery cascading
Down I can’t wake up
A typhoon swirling in ecstasy
I spin you faster
The droplets turn to torrents
Wetting my entire caisson
What a dirty girl!
But then I heave from elation and curiosity
So soon into our playtime and you are silent?
I set down the knife
You are still spinning
The heat spirals away from you
I am a touch disappointed
You were the one who had devoured that moment
to glance
to request favor
I let you off the hook
And you slump
Now a soggy mass of uninteresting marrow 
Ascending the stairs
I think I’ll go make some coffee