Aspeyn

Tell me how it feels, To be forced to please a monstrous man, If even considered a man at all. To have your cherished pleasure evaporate into dormancy, Hidden behind my secured veils, And then to live fueled off of guilt. Guilt for the death of my own excitement, For being unable to fulfill his revolting fetishes. Try suddenly being revealed naked to a brand new, promising world, Full of plump, luscious berries and fruits, That you yearn to feel the juice savored on your deprived tongue. All shown by an exotic, empty lover. An authentic, cunning young boy who gazes into my wide, naïve eyes, But is truly, desperately searching for the w

The mesmerizing, crystal springs gleamed so blindingly As an unstable ferret plunged in the pool obliviously. The cooling waters cleansed away the rodent’s spreading filth Until the cold embedded inside his bones caused him to tremble profusely. The hopeless ferret yearned to be quenched by relaxing nostalgia But home was not a familiar taste on his deprived tongue And no valuable tonic could conquer this grave thirst.