‘You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde.’
You once told me that
when you had nothing to hide.
I remember how it felt
The first time you pulled my hair
Your horny expletives filling the air.
Words so raw and mean
turning my mind into plasticine.
My thoughts all a mush
As you caused me to gush,
A silver river of wantonness.
Beneath your cool exterior
And outward friendliness
There is a darkness inside you
A side I didn’t know you possessed.
I let the others fuck me
while you silently look on
your favourite scenario
was when I fucked the father
and then the horny son.
Yes, I am your Bonnie
and you are still my Clyde,
even though I am now aware
you have a lot to hide.
