HER…
HER, perfectly made, without fault, hand molded and shaped, every part of HER. Whose mouth is sweet as dew yet bites like a fang.
Oh how i wish that i was HER, to never falter. To know exactly how to kneel, when to kneel. To be perfect as HER.
Oh to be HER, knowing exactly how to devour his cock eagerly and greedily taking it with such poise. How to beg for more.
Oh to be HER, desiring to be used
Oh to be HER the image being larger than reality.
Oh to be HER, being chased by me, to be HER.
Oh to be HER, as she would look at me and kiss his mouth, with slyness in HER eyes.
Oh to be HER, as she would point at me and laugh, while he fucks HER.
Oh to be HER, as she slaps me over and over, saying “you will never compete with me, for I am perfection!”
Oh to be her, as I wrap my hands around her neck.
Oh to be her, as I spit on her face.
Oh to be her, as I beat her down, pummeling with clenched fists and solid kicks.
Oh to be her, as I watch her eyes grow wide as she learns.
Oh to be her, as I whisper against her ear, telling of her truth “you are not real”
Oh to be her, as I watch her scratch and claw screaming “but i am perfection, i am all the desires,and wants, i was made to be perfect!”
Oh to be her, as I push her fighting to the edge, we tumble into the black waters.
Oh to be her, as I drag her down, down deeper into the depths where no one wants to go.
Oh to be her, as I kick down further to icy depths, for here is where I swim.
Oh to be her, struggling, not knowing how to swim, trying to cling tight.
Oh to be her, looking up to ME, reaching out as she slips deeper and deeper.
Oh to be ME, as I swim up and break the surface, air fills my lungs with life.
Oh to be ME…
