words

these words;

they are my women.

my bitches,

my strength,

my power,

my sluts,

my whores,

my refuge,

my escape,

I fuck em,

I leave em,

I make em bleed,

I leave em,

and still they are here

waiting,

ready to suck my cock

on demand,

willing to take it up the ass

at a moment notice;

I use them,

I beat them,

I abuse them,

I love them,

I make them smile;

I caress them

like a beautiful child,

I fondle them

like sweet young

breasts,

licking and sucking

their nipples,

as they squeal out

in moans of indescribable

pleasure;

they take me places

far away,

where no one else

could go,

they return me

to a forgotten past,

where no one else

has been;

they speak of freedom

inside prison walls,

while dreaming of forgotten fields

where tomorrow waits;

inside them,

I am inside her;

the final destination,

on a journey

with no beginning

or end.

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