Son of A Bitch : Adult Poetry

As I pull up in the driveway

To the droppings of semen .

I get so excited because my

Man is dripping in

Infection of fucking me.

So I pull down my business

Crouch less g strings

And whisper oh yes

I walk up the porch stairs

And I just smell the scent

Of him in the air.

I turn the door knob

And I see the silkiness of

Her hair

Then my pussy spoke

Oh hell no he didn’t

Son of a bitch!

So I just stand there

And I stare

While they fucking

In ecstasy vanity affair.

I drop down to my knees

and crawl on the floor

As they didn’t even see me

One tear shed in

how could he?

I made it safely to my room

The way he will fall victim to

The falling of this Ax

Will be victory

See no man fucks

Any bitch with out

The joining of me

But before I play

Battle up with

The chopping off of this

Son of a bitch head

Let me be certain that

I haven’t had my sanity

Meds for today

So I can seem very lost

I toss off my clothes of

Here again I lost

Looking in to the mirror

I am so drop dead gorgeous

As I set my artificial weave free

And talk to my self

And laugh

To myself

And clinch

My face.

And then I just stopped

And took a deep breath

To the moaning of that whore

Screaming

Oh yes fuck me

Let me put on

My suicidal

Black

With

The blade of my thin

Christian Dior heels

With the matching shade glasses

And just to be clear

Let me put a extra clip

Of the nine in my back

Because I know the sassiness of

Little Wanna be bossy

Little whores when they

Getting that cat smacked

Okay

As I walk in sexiness

Thick firm thighs

Jiggling tits

With sexy hips

She riding him

With her head thrown

Back and he clinching

Her hips helping her to

Come down harder

He felt the cold pistol of my

Nine behind his ear

And I licked his neck

And said what’s up

YOU BITCH!

He paused

She looked

And just frozed in her orgasm status

Then she shivered

He was shacking

Then I said

Get your trifling sweet bitch ass up!

Who tha fuck is the tramp slut!

Before I knew it

I shot that bitch in her throat

Because I have low tolerance

And the joy of seeing her bleed

Every where made me laugh

Crazily

Viciously loud

He look and said can I please explain

I told him yes

After you put your hands behind your back

As I hand cuffed him

And threw him

Face forward on

The floor

He went to talking

And talking

And I said you know what

The next thing I know

I shot him

Because he was

A disobedient

Lying

Cheating

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