- Erotic Poetry
- Garbage Day
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Click hereThe rhythm, the hum of life,
the buzz of your love,
digging deeper into me
thrusting harder, delving down
into the depths of my hole,
to the abyss of my soul.
Here I am, open like a garbage can
on trash day, ready to be dumped,
empty again now, fill me
fill me up I long to be full.
I am nothing without the substance,
I am nothing without the release,
make me someone, make me feel
your hot, creamy kindness, the biggest
compliment, the best flattery
is you dumping all over me, in me
choosing me to fill
with something that resembles love
some piece of creation
that I create inside me.
- COMMENTS
Don't let the despair of this poem fool you. I loved my gig as a cum slut. This is an old poem, written in the height of my cum sluttery. These days I use condoms and all of that safe stuff. I have fantastic self-esteem in real life and I love to be demeaned and used in the bedroom. Think it's not possible? Stick around. You'll get to know me. Being a slutty piece of trash is empowering for me. It is me realizing my true self, which yearns to be truly used.
go for what ever it takes but buck up hon you ain't trash