Pink Hearse

For The Men Who Never Made Me Cum

Why am I,

Princess of the sofa

Hairless heiress of your revolting seed,

The first one you call

When you find out you like to be fucked in heels?

Leave me to mourn my orgasm in peace

I am still plucking your thick hair from my

Clean underwear

Without the privilege of wondering

Which part of your body it came from.

One need not invent the clitoris to be haunted.

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