Revenge is sweet

I stood naked,
Waiting for your love,
Senses floating
With the pleasure of Venus;
White skin soft as snow,
Cold to the touch,
Only to find you prefer
Larger breasts, blonder hair.

Kneeling on the carpet
I hear you whimper in fear,
As fingernails stroke
Your pale manhood.
But don’t worry, darling,
I have no need
For your masculinity,
This time you are the one
Being fucked over.

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