Bacchanalia

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“Go be the slut I always knew you were! Your cunt is all that makes you tick!”
Your words hit the door of our joint worlds,as I close it shut,behind me.
This is my manifesto,for you..for the entire existence outside my bare slit..
Take it as you may, I am not and never will be ,yours exclusively.
There was a time I pined for your white picket fence,or at least I believed I did alas,
It carefully positioned its pointed toe glass slipper right between my thighs and kicked ,where it hurts..
You may condemn me, imprecate my entire being, wish me harm and stealthily yearn for my return,or my domesticated tameness..
But I will forever be her; that outrageous critter you lust and despise altogether;that angel-devil,that whore-Madonna, that wide eyed child- savant, I can never be anyone else!
Yes, I choose abundant lust,I choose multiple lovers,I choose vertigo, that sensation a river brooks ,precisely at the moment it becomes a waterfall..
I choose high anxiety,I choose pain and endurance, I choose breathless encounters and agonizing pleasure.
I do not want comfort; I want desire,I want thrill, I want poetry, I want obscene passion!
I want him invading my eager openings, I want her prodding my head devouring his immense manhood, I want them ripping me apart, I want her caressing my breasts,circling my lips,my clit..
I want them covering me in their emission,I want her licking my body,
I want her kissing my lips,sharing an erection with me
And I want it all, with different players ;tomorrow,next week,when my body requires..
You said I drive you to drink..I say please;
Let us raise a glass to your emancipation and to my- Avolation!

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