Pussy and Wine by Maria Gornell

I read you last night – nodded throughout
in that assimilation of resonance.

I still drank (the wine) tonight
barely concerned by inches of cock
or trips to ‘hit that’

Honestly? There isn’t one man within
a 100 mile radius I would bother
dropping by reserve for.

But the wine do make me open
laid bare emotion – hungering
for an intimacy I crave with
every fibre of my being.

I don’t do the date lines
webcams or chat shit
it all feels too, souless

But sometimes I have been known
to send a message in haste

Expose my vulnerability
tell all the world that I am
lying here pathetic
woman, pussy wet
without a hope in hell

It will be satisfied.

And so I scream to the moon
to every man (god) in sight

This cunt is not dead yet.

3 comments:

Frankie Metro said...

wow that didn't take long for did it..lol..great stuff you guys got here..great taste. maria kicks azz!

Murphy Clamrod said...

right out of the park here!

always have been and
always will be a fan...

Anonymous said...

Another one that leaves me with no words but with a big grin on my face..."HOW did she do that?" you definitely ROck Maria!

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