Do You Think Me A Whore?

Do you think me a whore
Just because I want more?
Just because I want another to adore?
Just because I know what to ask for?
You judge and deplore
Critique and abhor
But really you lack the rapport
To get a partner onto the floor
Onto all fours and willing to explore
Your personality inspires rancour
Like gremlin from folklore
A conservative dinosaur
An outdated bore
Desperately judging what you wish to score
Secretly lamenting how you too cannot soar
Thus I choose to ignore
Because I know love isn’t a chore
Not something to close behind a door
Not something to relegate to yore
I make being a whore a part of my core
A part of my lore
A part of my decor
Therefore
I won’t listen to you anymore
I won’t keep open your drawer
I won’t wear the labels you implore
No longer your opinion will I try to restore
I own the fact that I am a whore

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From Kink, Volume 2

Digital Cuck

Hey there fella,
you’re a digital cuck.
Getting yourself off by
watching another man fuck.

I know your style.
Getting to the brink,
then skipping ahead
to finish in sync.

Oh, you don’t like it
when he moans out loud.
Yet you imagine being him
as a substitute for feeling proud.

You can’t get laid
nay, you’ve given up trying.
Why would you bother?
You’re too much of a shy thing.

Twice a day
you open up your phone,
grab some tissues
and watch a man get blown.

Pretend for a minute,
that you could do this in real life.
Would you play with yourself
in a room with a man and his wife? 

Would you time your orgasm
so that you finish as one?
Would you picture yourself
being the one having the fun?

No,
most men would balk at the thought.
Yet give them a phone,
and their dicks will go taut.

They’re digital cucks
and they don’t realise it.
Nor their habits mean,
nor why they can’t quit.

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From Kink, Volume 2