NaPoWriMo DAY 7

NaPoWriMo Poem 7

Dyke

They called me the D word.
Like it's offensive to me.
I own it, cause I can make her cum
when you could ever not.

He called me the D word
under duress;
he alleged, after many sorry's
that it was a mistake.

They kicked me
i'm down on the ground,
screams of the D word resonated
i will not repeat this word, I shall not.


She said the D word,
this time it was not the same.
Her lips, perfect, her words soft,
her voice hypnotizing me.

She whispered it many times onto me
while she was inside of me.
She carried me away,
into her wonderland eternal wanderlust.

I turned the poison
into medicine
I turned it
to love, to live.