YOU WILL NOT SEE ME COME!
MY SCENTS YOU WILL NOT SNIFF!
THE THOUGHTS OF MY MIND YOU WILL NOT READ!
NEVER WILL YOU CATCH THE WAVE OF MY DRIFT!
Through hazy days in your scary maze
I have suffered you in your crazy craze
I died in the flurry of your maids
Servants tied me to drown with no trace
I need not describe to you my face
You were there, cunningly amazed
Why then should I put forth my whitened hand?
Why need I lend you my drained strength?
Why I should cry for help
Alongside your shrunk frame
You! The nemesis of my virginity!
I did not beg to be sold into matrimony
I was just from my mother’s cradle
Your wealth tied my father to your throbbing groin; NO!!!
NOT YOUR NECK!
His servitude could not pay his life debt
So in your bed I found my body;
A toy for your wrinkled manhood
I will therefore not cringe as you fall off the cliff
Count me out!
I will not cry as you writhe in agony
I definitely will not weep as you weep for
A soothing balm from my sour palms
I have always longed for freedom
That you are going now is no fault of mine
You can’t blame me that you strove to ‘perform’
Your John Thomas is fit for the teeming termites
They could do better than stir the crooked thin
You pant through the night – as a mare
Like a depraved doe who lost her stag;
Her stag to the king of the forest after a hot chase
I cried like the doe should
But I am a survivor
I was built to last
I breathe in the breath of vigor;
Innocent vigor from the succulent breasts of my mother
I will live to tell the story
Goodbye old Willy
You just had to go for me to cum
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.