You

(c) Breeze Vincinz


You think that’s it’s real because you say my name and allow me to be the animal God doesn’t want me to be You think that it’s real because you say my name and allow me to be the animal God doesn’t want me to be You pump me full and complete Check the gauges, ride on You treat me so tenderly and kind During the opening credits But the cum shot is on your mind And money from your bets You try so hard to rape me Be rude, push my head down You can’t rape the willing You can’t push what’s already down You think you’ve accomplished the best ride of all time you are only an accomplice to what I had on my mind You think that’s it’s real because you say my name and allow me to be the animal God doesn’t want me to be You think that it’s real because you say my name and allow me to be the animal God doesn’t want me to be You say prayers and psalms You condemn me to hell Ask me to suck you into calm You command me to yell You build yourself a straw house What wolf would dare to blow So safe behind your straw house Who would ever know You think my wounds have your name You think your name’s on my heart you haven’t even begun to earn my shame You haven’t even begun to start You think that’s it’s real because you say my name and allow me to be the animal God doesn’t want me to be You think that it’s real because you say my name and allow me to be the animal God doesn’t want me to be You pump me full and complete Check the gauges, ride on You are the perfect compliment to the rain You cover me, go, then come back again You offer yourself in delicious little pieces You sell the joy of your much needed assembly You have guilt complexes over the bitch shit you do You have a need for contrition, I won’t give it to you Your face, your lips, are as soft as morning frost Your body wants to purchase my soul at any cost You won’t be the first to say what your heart really needs You won’t ever admit that sometimes you bleed You think it’s real because you say my name lovingly And allow me to be the animal God doesn’t want me to be You pump me full and complete Check the gauges, ride on You pump me full and complete Check the gauges, ride on You pump me full and complete Check the gauges, ride on *** *** *** #nationalpoetrymonth "Life As A Boy: Poems" by Breeze Vincinz Available NOW on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Life-As-Boy-Breeze-Vincinz/dp/1693306018