Years of standing alone,
Dependent only on my minor addictions.
Plenty of passionless no strings sex.
Licking, sucking, fucking.
Don’t kiss or hug me,
I am only an appendage of hard flesh and a whole for you to violate.
Filled with blood,
Ready to burst.
Why do you need me here?
Can’t you satisfy yourself?
I don’t need your fowl smelling foreign flesh on mine.
I could make up an elaborate story,
Claim I’ve been raped or abused or some other cliché.
I have been hurt,
I have been wronged,
Truth is, I’ve tried it all.
It filled me