A noteA Poem by AbhraWhen I am the b***h this is your p***y to hate. It is yours to own. This vagina is yours. This is your playground. This is your own country. Your masculinity was born here. In the neighborhood and context of my p***y. Our p***y. You can chain it. Devour it. Desecrate it. Decide what must and must not come out of it. When, how and how much. You can roam around and play with it. Put things in it, lose things in it Break things in it Shear, rip it apart put it on walls, magazines and between the lines. This c**t is yours. Only the blood and pain is mine. © 2016 AbhraReviews
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Added on July 15, 2016Last Updated on July 15, 2016 |