Trixie

epitome of androgyny
ambisexuality
our libidos are concurrent
when we drink the fruit of ferment
shut the lights,
the last love deterrent
look at me like I'm your girl
all lip-stuck and bouncing curls
pull my pigtails, make me squeal real mean
blood vessels rupture in the rapturing
I fear your strike,
you stick me deep
tears of blood trickling down my cheeks
the scars remind me
not to take your scowl for granted
being clamped and gagged
then gently back-handed
two pairs of rusty scissors
fight corrosion
'til the bad seeds are safely planted
I'll be your donor
and your conception
selected for my semen specimen
will I make a lovely baby for you
battered in the the basement
tendered to perfection
pull the chain,
illuminate
it's time to double for a willing mate
bare your lady leopard teeth
and sink the sedative into me
you're my monster maker
born again
into the shadows,
a phantasm
you straddle me,
depravity
deny and deprive me
my stifled *rg*sm
bull whip vixen
adorned in black leather
and worn denim
lapping up your lovely venom
worship at your tattoed plenum