Monsters

I've got a thing for monsters.

Ugly men.
Rough and tumble.
Covered with pockmarks and craters.
Twisted teeth.
Cockeyed stares.
Jaundiced
Blotchy, and
lumpy, even.

I know it sounds weird
but I've got a thing for
grizzly looking
broke down
pissed on
men.

Wanna know why?

Cuz ugly men don't hold back.
Beasts with no bedroom manners
is what I like.

They fuck like their life depends on it.
I don't have to kiss them
or look them in the eyes.
No sentimental glances in dim lights.

Just     straight     fuckin.

And they know just how.
Just like the animals they are.

Bend me
Break me
use me as long as they want

making sure I finish first.
Its like a slow race to the finish line.
A game of who can hold it in longer.
And if I finish first, they know to leave me alone.

But until then
its all about unexplored territory.

and our own lust soundtrack.

when I'm with a monster, I'm not classy.

I'm a fucking beast too!

A good fuck brings the monster out of me too.
No longer poised and mild mannered.
I'm twisted mouthed
red eyed
runny nose
sweaty and messy
drooling spittle as I try to get him in my mouth
choking and shit.

And he likes that shit.
And I like the finish.
An explosion of liquid fire.
We melt and we dissolve.

And we are beautiful together.
In the morning, he's all I want to look at.
Gentle
angelic
real.

Its like, last night
we turned inside out.

But in the morning we are

 pretty.