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cunt is your drug A poem about a man who is basically pussy-whipped and is quite happy with his situation, thank you very much.
the scent of her
is on you like a tattoo
marking your greedy mouth
for the servant that it is
your greedy cock
will snivel and bob and strain
but cunt is your drug
and you are her marked man
her claret blood
stains your bloated lips
and cunt is your drug
and you are her scarlet secret
your rigid prick
will bargain and weep and thrum
but cunt is your drug
and you are her clay pigeon
her flaxen piss
seasons your obedient tongue
and cunt is your drug
and you are her golden boy
your diligent meat
will mewl and seize and shiver
but cunt is your drug
and you are her wicked bitch
her butter liqueur
bridles your debauched face
and cunt is your drug
and you are her candy man
the smell of her
is on you like a birthmark
annotating your avocation
previewing your impediment
bookmarking your bewitchment
because cunt is your drug
and she feeds you well
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