Spill their seed into me.
I’ve never looked at sex that way. It is lovely.
All I ever hear is, “I got fucked.”
Not that that doesn’t have its beauty, but the verb to spill?
I would say most times I have had sex, the men have spilled themselves into me.
I do not know if one can carefully handpick what seeds they want to plant in you,
But the idea of sex being this space where you can’t measure your pour
– so all you can do is spill?
Also, to travel – or orgasm?
So instead of saying that you are a nympho
You can just say you love to travel!
Ha, I love words and plays!
You can disguise anything.
Hello Drama Schools,
My name is Desdemona.
I love black, not white men.
Darkness captivates me.
You can’t see anything.
Only feel.
My name is Desdemona.
I love porcelain.
But, only to look at it.
Don’t touch me.
I might rub black on you!
My name is Desdemona.
I love the bottom half of men.
Particularly, the part that speaks for itself.
Yes, I’ve had more conversations
With that part than mouths.
Please don’t judge me.
My name is Desdemona,
I have a secret to tell you.
The bottom half of men,
Is much much more fun
Than the top half.
Cross my heart
And swear to God.
My name is Desdemona.
I love to travel.
I have been everywhere in the world,
In the past and future.
I can fly.
Meet me in my darkness.
And I’ll show you.
My name is Ajna.
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