The Bitch Goddess

"I dream you was Lady Chatterley and I was the gamekeeper. (Ray Dorset)"

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The wood that harbours your neat cottage, is

filled with the silence of trees. But inside

is live with noises strange to me. Such as

the suck of my wasted naked body

against your slim hard limbs, the iron bed

that rattles like a pit lift door, my screams

that tell you how your cock feels when you mine

my core and split me at the seams. How my

cunt explodes as the roof caves in and floods

wash away the sickness in my brain, put

there by my husband and the bitch goddess,

so that mind and body unite once more.

Published 1 year ago

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