Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1810254-The-Lustful-Deviants
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Dark · #1810254
A poem about sexual deviant, fetishes', bondage.
Submissive manipulation, dominance prevails and controls
Masochistic tendencies leave a scar upon the skin
Blood is spilled, devoured
Cries are heard, but ignored
Whips and chains excite, and inspire the masses
Only a select few deviate further, into obscurity

The more involvement into kinky behaviour, the more it corrupts your soul, your youth
The innocent have yet to learn the rules, in which to obey
For their master or mistress is perceived to be a god or goddess
Of pain or pleasure, whichever one you prefer
Sex is a meaningless chore, when thought of as a worthless whore
Their innocence and self-respect has worn away with every man she has fucked

Bow down to the whip, offer yourself to be taken
To be used and abused, by your dominant ego
To please others, while you writhe in pain, and spill your guts
Innocence and honesty are worthless, if your not already a slut, bitch, or whore
To show others that you have a backbone, and you won't break easily
To be considered good is not enough, for the sexual deviant
They want a filthy, desperate, worthless whore to furfill their needs and desires

I won't give in, and become another fetish whore, for the masses to devour
spit out a bloody mess
I am worth more, I deserve more respect
A sexual deviant desires for control, obeidiance, discipline of the soul
To inspire hatred, lust and pleasure, rape and torment
The lust of the human soul, will be it's own demise of the body
For every man in the world, there is a battered, bruised, violated young woman beside them
The desire of man will never be sustained, until our sexual limits and bloodshed are revealed

I was born into a life of bloodshed, there is blood on my hands
My hopes are heightened when I meet like-minded people, until i realise their intentions
They turn into cold, are careless lustful beasts
My heart sinks into my stomach, and the overwhelming self-loathing sinks in
For I am a sexual deviant, a self-destructive soul
However I am not a whore, I do not wish to display my naked flesh to the hungry eyes of man
So if you are of the breed, to expose yourself then go fuck yourself with a crucifix wrapped in barbed wire
© Copyright 2011 Damned-Forever (lycanthrope at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1810254-The-Lustful-Deviants