Standing still so staying N place
Not N any rush, nor run'И §üM∿race
Or B'И chased 4 break'И Blue's vase
So I Am taking life at my own pace
Still covering my tracks, just N case
Old habits are oh~so hard to break
Especially when your previous job description
Happened to be 2 words: take everything
It’s obvious you’re a theif with a fox trot
Clearly is you, Karama, better get back
To where you once belonged
Yellow as Yoko; White like the Coco
And I know the show says red’s still strong
But so are gorillas ’til finally meeting King Kong
N a thong, barely holding back the counterattack
Coming from his groin, then slipping out
His giant monkey schlong, massive like mastiff
Getting bigger when holding onto a pretty girl
I guess competition for Her affection must be stiff
As that black banana, lacking stamina
A premature outburst leaves Her bored
She was supposed to be who squirts
Not the ape note covering forest floor
Like cake frosting, white & sticky
And getting it N my hair is icky
& won’t come out of Me nearly as quickly
Frustrated N many ways, sexually especially
’cause that dumb ape is already asleep
I’m surprised he didn’t ask for something to eat
As I gather stuff up and prepare to leave
But what can a say but c’est la vie
Before raising sail & setting out to see
The seven seas, hoping that they can
make me wetter by being much better
At keeping it up there ’til all those little hairs
Stand up while he’s going down on me
Goosebumps make me feel like Aphrodite
Oh my fuck. God, don’t stop. Fuck me harder
Until you break me apart, I don’t wanna walk
Make it so they have to push me N a shopping cart
Which I’m confident you’ll leave me broken & bent
No wonder you’re top of class with that bass
Bulging N your pants, so as a reward
I’ll let you eat my ass, Time for grocery
And then if you do a good enough job
I’ll give you my back-door’s hall pass
I want to feel every inch of you
So slow down, take your time
Time is temporary, let’s make tonight last
& with good rhythm, you don’t need to go fast
No matter the tempo, it’s time to have a blast
So, though today started rather bad
Under fat rolls of a Silverback with no hoes
It ended in the wonders of all the colors
So, I’m glad I didn’t let that feeling lag
Behind me, following me even when I pee
For once I was let out like cats N a bag
Found someone actually fun to play tag
And there’s nothing better for a bad girl
Than being the only one who’s “it”
Hitting the same sweet spot
Again & again & again &
Please don’t let this end
Hearing him moan
So knows she’s the shit
Then, when starting to hit it
Not a single worry he might quit
Leaving me hot & bothered like matches, lit
Me up when licking my clit ’til I erupt
‘Cause even if he’s a little early
When he ends, never will send
You away, he knows it’s not a race
Unless everyone finishes N place
So even though he came first
His job isn’t done
Like a genie with more wishes
’til satisfying the one who made him cum
& making sure she’s really done
Only scum like to hit & run
Inevitably becoming Undone
The one who comes from losers
Like a bum or the Prodigal Son
[Author’s Note]
I thought it would be interesting to know that when I started this poem (particularly the first two lines) it was supposed to be about how legendary Pokémon are the strongest, so all they do is wait for a proper opponent to find them, rather than going out into the world themselves. Knowing it’s inevitable, their reputation will set their Fate in motion & cause quite the commotion.
So that’s where I started, yet somehow morphed into a sexually frustrated woman telling stories of her escapades to her friends until, finally, finding someone fun, getting it good all over the place, even letting him in her bum, then when he’s done, goes down on her ’til she cums all over his face. An öDD place to find the end of a story that started from the perspective of someone who’s probably 10.
Such a §trange jump between subject matters/perspectives. From a potentially prepubescent boy who is playing video games and probably thinks girls have cooties, to a woman in her 20s-30s who’s never afraid of exploring someone’s body, especially if they’re a hotty, then shares without a care in the world whether you think she’s whore. All shaming her does is make her want it that much more.
I’m not sure I could even come up with a better example of two perspectives found so far apart on a spectrum.
1st draft
Standing still so staying N place
Not N any rush or running a race
Nor being chased for breaking a vase
So I Am taking life at my own pace
Still covering my tracks, just N case
Old habits are oh~so hard to break
Especially when your previous job description
Happened to be 2 words: take everything
It’s obvious you’re a theif with a fox trot
Clearly is you, Karama, better get back
To where you once belonged
Yellow as Yoko; White like the Coco
And I know the show says red’s still strong
But so are gorillas ’til finally meeting King Kong
N a thong, barely holding back the counterattack
Coming from his groin, then slipping out
His giant monkey schlong, massive like mastiff
Getting bigger when holding onto a pretty girl
I guess competition for Her affection must be stiff
As that black banana, lacking stamina
A premature outburst leaves Her bored
She was supposed to be who squirts
Not the ape note covering forest floor
Like cake frosting, white & sticky
And getting it N my hair is icky
& won’t come out of Me nearly as quickly
Frustrated N many ways, sexually especially
’cause that dumb ape is already asleep
I’m surprised he didn’t ask for something to eat
As I gather stuff up and prepare to leave
But what can a say but c’est la vie
Before raising sail & setting out to see
The seven seas, hoping that they can
make me wetter by being much better
At keeping it up there ’til all those little hairs
Stand up while he’s going down on me
Goosebumps make me feel like Aphrodite
Oh my fuck. God, don’t stop. Fuck me harder
Until you break me apart, I don’t wanna walk
Make it so they have to push me N a shopping cart
Which I’m confident you’ll leave me broken & bent
No wonder you’re top of class with that bass
Bulging N your pants, so as a reward
I’ll let you eat my ass, Time for grocery
And then if you do a good enough job
I’ll give you my back-door’s hall pass
I want to feel every inch of you
So slow down, take your time
Time is temporary, let’s make tonight last
& with good rhythm, you don’t need to go fast
No matter the tempo, it’s time to have a blast
So, though today started rather bad
Under fat rolls of a Silverback with no hoes
It ended in the wonders of all the colors
So, I’m glad I didn’t let that feeling lag
Behind me, following me even when I pee
For once I was let out like cats N a bag
Found someone actually fun to play tag
And there’s nothing better for a bad girl
Than being the only one who’s “it”
Hitting the same sweet spot
Again & again & again &
Please don’t let this end
Hearing him moan
So knows she’s the shit
Then, when starting to hit it
Not a single worry he might quit
Leaving me hot & bothered like matches, lit
Me up when licking my clit ’til I erupt
‘Cause even if he’s a little early
When he ends, never will send
You away, he knows it’s not a race
Unless everyone finishes N place
So even though he came first
His job isn’t done
Like a genie with more wishes
’til satisfying the one who made him cum
& making sure she’s really done
Only scum like to hit & run
Inevitably becoming Undone
The one who comes from losers
Like a bum or the Prodigal Son
♡Sugar☆World☮ 