я๏ค𝓢Ť cĦᎥ𝐜𝓴єภ

The musician asks me will I roast
Him one? The nipple spoke he twists
Makes the ride smoother after de-boning

Chain comes loose in his hands so he cuts
His leg the last time he shaves
He likes my bush but won’t put his

Tongue inside too intimate, he says
As his thighs crush my head, I swallow his
Saltlick he doesn’t like my hands where

He can’t see them

So I place palms on his happy trail
Poking holes where there ought not be
Fingers my expansion is sickening

I give him salmonella
Any poison will do
My sweet little

contra-
dic-
tion! I spit into

The mouth of another
Daddy issue do all
Limp dicks crow as though

They were the cock

You look me square in the teeth. Pupils slit, wet with
ambush. An arabesque lifts its leg to sit on my
smile. Tongues cross till I feel a kick in the crotch.

My eagerness is dickpic-like. Backlit. Horrifying.
There’s not a cool bone in my body. Left
on read. You stall your hands to punish up my, down my.

I cannot rearrange my face before it says—
I’ll live inside your mouth
The smell of it. Decaf and decay.

Are there any private thoughts or are we having them all
in front of each other. I pulse with compulsion
to be you with you in you on you in spite of you.

ⓘ ¢𝓤𝐓 𝓜ץ 𝐧α𝓲𝓛s ⓕσя ЎỖǗ

ρ𝔢𝔱

Call me good girl
or baby or
daddy,
my love.

Call me cum slut
or woman or
bird,
my love.

Call me mister
or mhmm or
sweet cunt,
my love.

Call me big
or hard or
tight,
my love.

Call me wet
or fuck or
yes-yes,
my love.

Call me every
endearment
but to use my name
only ever in anger,

my love,
has been
an unutterable
sort of erasure—

obscenity within which
I might actually exist.

KD Sims is a smut poet. Her work is featured in Stone of Madness Press, Womanwood, an imprint of Cutt Press, Hooligan Magazine, and elsewhere. Sims’ debut poetry collection, I Cut My Nails for You, is published by Discount Guillotine. She lives in Kingston, New York. Sapphic line breaks + brat bottom thirst traps @her_perverse