Suckling Pig
Fuck. It.
I am so horny, so lusty, so lascivious today. It hurts. Seriously.
I am so desperate for sensation that I have this pain in the pit of my stomach.
I’m pig-roasted, hog-tied, spitting quicksand at passers-by.
I want to say quick, pass me that bottle, that handle, please sir,
lend me your hand. It
won’t take a moment.
Sir.
Let me suck you dry.
Let me suck you till you pass out.
Till you’re brittle and I’m amyl nitrate.
I’m the secretion.
I am the pit.
And the pendulum. Swinging.
Over a whole big enough to fall into.
I’m not sure why I get so tense, it’s a white knuckle ride.
And I want to get off.
Will you get me off?
I’m the bloody rape scene.
The contorted limbs and broken nose.
I am the wet underwear around ankles.
There’s never enough space inside for everything and everybody.
I will have to eat you instead, vomit you later.
As long as you’re inside the whole time.
I’m asking for it.
I’m begging for it.
I want to be fucked to within an inch of your life.
I’m the red hot cunt. I’m the itch to be scratched.
But my nails are too short.
There is never, ever any reprieve.
I ought to cut off my hands.
~Rachel Kendall~
November 17th, 2009 at 8:47 am
repeat aloud again and again
November 20th, 2009 at 2:47 pm
Oh my gosh…What an intense view of sex.
November 24th, 2009 at 3:08 pm
can any view on sex possibly be anything but intense?