Nasty

Nasty is as nasty does
I believe this to be true
I've always been a bad girl
What am I supposed to do?

How can I resist the urge?
When I have such useful talents
I try to control my naughtiness
Working hard to keep it balanced

I focus on satisfaction
I'll bring you fucking joy
Your body does delight me
I don't even need a toy

The smell, the taste, the feel
Your skin, your sweat, your come
I'm lonely and I need you
Won't you let me sample some?

Can You Take It?

I want you sweating
Pumping between my thighs
Your only desire to fuck me
Until I can't take any more

I will happily build you up
Let you see how good it can be
How pleasurable for two people
Who really want to FUCK hard and often

I will make it my mission to please you
To tease you, show you how much
I want that lovely cock in every part of my body
As long as you can take it

Kind of Funny

The pavement is cold beneath my feet
Exhausted and afraid
Been too long since I got to eat
But not since I got laid

The leaving was still worth it
Even considering the hell I'm in
I continue to feel his perverted kiss
Though I supposedly live in sin

Mother, the bitch, knew all along
Her own sacrificial lamb
His appetites were never "wrong"
She knows thats why I ran

Father, dear, you're the lucky one
The winner beyond a doubt
What if I had been a son...
Would your dick be in my mouth?

All of you can go to hell
I actually find it kind o' funny
Cause no matter how bad it gets out here
I'd rather get fucked for money

The Dream

I had the dream last night...
The one that wakes me up in a hot sweat
A yearning that I cannot satisfy
One that I pretend does not exist

The feeling of your hands against me
Pulling me into your embrace
Holding me against the wall
Lifting me and sliding me down onto you

Veins are pronounced in your forearms
As you guide my pleasure
My head falling back, tense
Feeling a pressure build inside me

You hold me roughly
But I am not a porcelain doll
I like the feeling of uncertainty
In how this time with you will be

There is no violence between us
Only a mutual respect of power and strength
A kinship of sexuality
Fellowship in high passion

Wanting it and needing it...
Knowing it isn't meant for us
Another time, another place
Without so many complications

But my dream is my domain
No one can censor me there
My freedom for sexual expression
Mine alone...all alone

Getting Down

When I get down, nothing gets in my way
There is no need for games, and nothing to say

I want what I want - not an if, and, or but
I won’t be satisfied ‘til you’ve busted a nut

My pussy means “pleasure” and I’m not full of shit
Lost for words? No problem - put your mouth on my tit

Come makes me happy – the more the better
Yours? Mine? It all makes me wetter

Stop fucking around, you know what I need
I’m done with explaining, its time for the deed

And when you discover all I’ve said is right
Come back anytime…I’m open all night

What-the-Fuck-ever

There are times I sit and wonder
What the fuck goes through your mind
I'm pissed off, stressed out, tired
Not wanting to deal with shit right now
Needing a break...just one goddamn break
After a day that won't let up
But the bullshit just keeps. on. coming.
I 'm not the mother of all who live here
I'm not the keeper of the fucking solutions
I'm not interested in another discussion
Because it doesn't get me anywhere
I need to know I'm not alone
That there is someone...ANYONE...there
But my needs and wants go unheard
My feelings are left to drift
In a sea of fury that grows ever higher
A sinner in a saint's body
Tired of being a martyr to every cause
Fed up with taking a back seat
In a car without a driver
What-the-fuck-ever

Once

She used to laugh with me
Loved me like no one else
Held me and felt pride
Allowed me to show her worth


She is no longer able to look at me
Finds no joy in my presence
Her rare laugh is hollow
Never reaching her eyes


The young girl she loved a woman now
Complete and separate
Living her life
Love becoming barren in her heart


I remind her of lost opportunities
Places she will never reach
Regrets are all she speaks of
She refuses to open herself to life


The reminders cause physical pain
What she might have been
Places she should have explored
Real men who may have loved her


There is no self respect remaining
All is bitterness and anger
Love locked away and forgotten
Peace of mind abandoning long nights


Pick up the pieces and begin again
Find the moment things went so wrong
Look in the mirror and see yourself
Find your center and walk towards light


It is never too late, Mother