“THE TINY DANCER”
"There are some things under the sun
that aren't meant to be understood"
By Eye-Rime
. . .
The tune was loud, an unbearable soundtrack
Blaring in the back of wherever I’m found at
Permeating my pussy, stuck in a sexual trance
By this slow song that keeps wetting my pants
At times I sweat as I stand, so I sit and I touch
The tip of my clitoris; my body wishing to fuck
A dick in my butt or pussy’ll heat up the fluid
As long as I can dance to the beat of the music
Sweet as some nougat plus my center is mushy
Staring affectionately before he enters my pussy
And while rubbing the tips of my nipples I gasp
Squeezing my legs tightly as to cripple the blast
With my hips and my ass rubbing the sheets
My oven excretes from making love to the beat
Shoving it deep, the succulent meat on his bone
Leaving me screaming, feeling complete as I moan
Slowly rolling my hips, body so deep in the spirit
That I swear my pussy lips are singing the lyrics
Leaning to steer it, flesh sweating and smothered
With French painted nails shredding the covers
Dreading this lover whose passion’s intense
Splashing my juices, and as he smashes... I flinch
Laughing a bit, grabbing my hips as he thrusts
He pulls my hair and I grab his dick as he busts
Now I’m licking it up with a tongue to the base
Gently stroking his cock as he comes on my face
Numb to the taste; wiping my lips with the sheets
Slipping back in my dress and dismissing the beat
Then we kiss and it’s sweet, but we sigh cos it’s sad
After I lace my Chucks and say goodbye to my Dad
I cry just a tad and then prance through the street
Suddenly hearing the song as I dance to the beat
I glance to my feet, pull up my dress and I notice
That my vagina is already wet, so I focus
And begin touching myself right where I stand
My mind never noticing the lights of the van
It strikes and I’m damned, but the tune persists
Even in pain, I’m still stuck in this mood to kiss
My head decapitated, body lain in a pool of shit
As the beat goes on, the sound was a cool abyss
I drooled a bit, lusting as the blood was gushing
Thinking of my clitoris and how I’d love to touch it
All the scenes begin fading, but the song is clear
As blood dries, but new juices in my thong appear
See, the thirst was my hobby; crushed by a snobby
Jerk… I thought as I watched him rush to my body
His eyes were as wet as my private... Alarmed,
As I saw a father watch his lover die in his arms
. . .
"If I'm close enough to see you
I'm close enough to kill you."
-- The End --