Little Boy Blew

Erotic Poetry

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Hey man. Nice to meet you. You ready? To watch your world fall apart?

See my friend over there? That raven waterfall hair, those delicious lips you want to kiss? She looks slutty doesn’t she? Like she’d do anything. Willingly. Oh that’s right, that’s not your type. You like them bound, terrified, gagged. You like ‘em begging for mercy.

Welp. Time to learn some empathy.

I’m going to describe it to you. And all you get to hear are the moans, yelps and coos of this Goddess you’ll never touch. And by the end of this, the whole world’s gonna be calling you Little Boy Blew. That’s my special nickname for you, do you like it?

Okay, I’ll spell it out. When the writing looks like this, that means I’m talking to you. And when it looks like poetry, that means I’m talking to her. Got it? Good. Let’s practice…

come closer, baby
back into me standing
slide my hands up
your succulent succubus body
scrunch that silky black teddy
squeeze your breast with my left
circle your clit with my right…

Okay, that was to her. Prose for you, poetry for her. Prose = you. Poetry = her. Understand? Good. She’s so fucking wet right now. Already! And we haven’t even started. She’s literally gushing in my hand. It’s a miracle! Okay listen closely. I’ma make her pant now.

take a look over there
see him sitting in that chair?
gagged. bound. blindfolded.
he’s gonna listen to us fuck
so please everyone, join us!
give a warm round of applause
for our brand spankin’ new
friendly Neighborhood Substack Cuck.

Hey man, I know you just got here. Rollin’ in with your entourage. Thinking it’s Alpha guy time. Lol. I mean seriously. Aww, that’s so cute. Boop. Okay, now listen closely while I warm up her cunt.

Baby, let me give it to you
a tour of my swagger pad
that dangling wire
is from my broken kitchen light
these are my Goodwill finds.

now lemme tell you about
the zeros in my bank account
how my phone’s blowin’ up
creditors linin’ up
buzz, buzz, buzz all in a row.
everyone calm down…
here’s a money
shot for you and a little for you and…
fuck there’s too many of you…
I’m all out!

maybe I’ll regale you
about my failed businesses
selling sexual abuse classes
to protect the kids
from the mega-churches.

Pause. Okay, I just revealed a lot. Just thought of something. You have those online courses, something about “the real world.” So tell me your business advice mr. real world. I’ll listen in. You see here was my problem. I’d call on them and the kindly churchwomen would say that’s a no-brainer (I think you understand). Then they’d “run it up the chain.” And somehow the sale would always stall out with the man. Any idea why? Real world.

Goddamn she’s so scrumptious. I wish you could see her! Wow! I can’t help it I just added this line. I just gotta take a bite of her now…

teeth on your shoulder
slide my tongue down
your collarbone
gently suck your hardening nipples
I worship your body my lady
your pleasure my altar
nothing to offer
but my Love
my Surrender
my long longing Song
oh let me taste your honey
lick clean sweetest dirt
of your panting soul.

Oh fuck, she’s on her knees sucking me. Let me describe it to you. She’s taking her tongue and slowly gliding up and down me now. Swirling. Do you hear her slurps? She’s taking it deep. Oh god it’s a sloppy one. A baptism of saliva fire. I’m Undone under her tongue. Her eternal. Conscious. Torment.

how about this, Baby
lets put their Father God’s
grace to the test
this narrowing path
your priest’s faith
down to rest
let’s make ‘em pray for us
devastated tsk tsk for us
let’s our holy oh fuckk
draw out their holy oh Lordy
I wanna hear them all scream
spittle in their beards
red-faced brothers look!
the very Spirit of Jezebel!
now loose on the earth!

Welp, I guess the pastorboys are here. And they’re saying “that’s not, you’re not…that…it’s just not… fair ya see? Look at that guy, look at his sins. How unholy. Obscene!” And I say “all mine are free to see, hanging on this Smutstack tree. It’s yours that buried beneath that placid, plastic smiling sea.” It’s not fair ya see!

And while you’re all red-faced and steamin’ trying to figure out if you should be crying, masturbating, or confessing, I’m just over here with my head between her legs and she’s screaming…oh Ding. Oh Ding baby. Ding ding ding. Think I can make her lose count? She does like to count ‘em. Hear how she’s gasping my name? Every square inch of my face is dripping with her life.

Baby, just say the magic words
“please come in”
and poof here I am
power drill in hand
I’ll be at it for a while
rearrange the furniture
blowtorch your copper pipes
there will be banging
old sinks cracking and flooding
cursing, crying
teeth gnashing
it will be dusty and musty
grimy, slimy like a slug
I’ll re-tile your halls
and then…
as a finishing touch
I’ll wash clean
your filthy ruined walls

I’ll collapse and sigh…
Baby, you did it
you made me happy
screamin’ blaaasphemee!

Now I’m gonna dive into her lake of fire. She’s bent over the table. Four inch stiletto heels. Red panties soaked through. Hear that? She’s saying please Daddy come fuck me. Come fuck me above or below my Tai(n)T. She fingering herself now. Begging me to put it her in her wet, warm, little portal. I wish you could see her juices dripping down her legs. Can you smell her? How feral she is? This table’s gonna shake, shimmy and flip. I promise.

Baby, wouldn’t you know it?
I don’t think Little Boy Blew
has ever tangled
with an almost homeless
desert poet.

I kinda wanna put
the fear of god in him
while you lay back on this bed
legs over your head
bite down on this rod
envelop me please
here cums the hammer of god
for you, yes you
my devoted thank you
phew!!

It’s okay man if you need to take a breath. Take a minute. It’s getting loud in here. I’m gonna talk to your boys since your bound and gagged right now. Let’s break it down in terms they will understand. What you just witnessed was my ultimate shield slam. Ya, I just pressed 4. And what you don’t understand is there’s a fed Evelynn hiding in the jungle. And did you know my backline never misses their last hits? I’ll say it on coms: tier one tower down. you gonna rage quit? Or you gonna stay? Remind me boys, what does the Mandalorian say?

oh fuck, Baby
I just flooded your cunt
my offering of life
poured out milk
my seed of dissolving
life spilled into you
I swim in your sighs
I worship the strength
of your huntress thighs
I say thank you
my Love
beautiful.
wild.
morning dove.

You doing okay dude? Here, I’ll take my card back. I think you call it “Alpha.” Cute. I call it “Alfalfa.” I love that little guy. I have compassion for him. Something useful for me back then, when I was still a babe sucking food from the tit. But now I keep it in this old dusty drawer next to Beta and Sigma.

Okay, I think you’re ready for it. This next poem’s for you:

my name you ask?
call me Omega
your motherfucking King.

now, kneel before your Queen
when She’s done with you
you gonna be begging
for her moonblood bud
to flood your tongue.
lap Her up
I’ma pray for you
‘cause she’s just begun with you,
Little Boy Blew

You doing okay? Here, let me help you put your feet back on the ground. A little aftercare for ya. Glass of water. It’s okay. Breathe. Bro code and all. I got you.

Walk to your garage and look at all those cars I don’t have. Feel a little better? Now, go read my comments section after I ask this. one. little. question.

(Okay Smutstack, let’s show Little Boy Blew the hornets nest he just stumbled into).

Answer nice and slow everyone:

what are you gonna do to me
in the front seat of his Lambo?

mmm…let’s FUCKING GO!