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Free Entry 2, Week 1

Bestiality

Try as you might to father a demi-god
you love me because I live on this mount
and cannot find another mate with palatable skin,
am so prego that I can only rock on my belly.

You taste of burnt cow tongue when we french
but I can give moisture to you.
I barely touch the floor with toenails and finger tips
and continually swell with milk and tears to gush forth.

All the while you are searching for a fox to rape,
for most foxes are revenge seeking goddesses,
presenting you with quite the plight,
a horny fox searching for swans to plunder and drain.

I hope you never find a willing vessel;
you should forever want to climb me, mount me
as I yelp “No, I mean maybe yes,” yes I have
rape fantasies for you to fulfill; I’ll create your legion of demi-gods,
your own terrible twos with adequate strength, but not your humanity.

Our feats are marked by bondage code word macaroni
and cheese orange, all so you can leave me tongue-tied
and you finished and ready to go off again.

Try as you might to father demi-gods
You will never again desire a mate with skin
akin to a freshly washed peach, cool and soft.
You will remember the smell of throw up soon to lodge in your nostril
upon eating my fruit and not realizing the puncture underside,
oh my rotten insides. Give me up to throw up.
Your rot must eat you out.

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