I picture her masturbating herself
With her stubby fingers poking through a chastity device
Placed there as protection by her former lovers
All of whom shaved daily with dry razors
In training for the pain of placing their faces
In her hairy patch of what she calls paradise
I picture her masturbating herself
With both her short legs spread wide
In a chair with blood stains on the arms and cushions
Where all her future lovers must eventually sacrifice their lives
To the pussy that roars…
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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