I’M GOING FERAL BUT I CANT HAVE HIM

You know what I could care about being coy and appealing but I want him to KNOW. Want him to know he would be a bag of bones after I’m done with him, just rattling around. Need him to know he’d be a tumbleweed rolling across the desert. That if I could go to the giving tree I’d ask for just a little bit of that DICK a little bit of that PENIS. It’s gonna be an active warzone and his dick is gonna get the Purple Heart award. It’s gonna be biblical. It’s gonna be the second parting of the Red Sea. The papers in the history books are gonna be sopping wet and slimy. The powerful clapping of my cheeks is gonna inspire the drum beats of African tribes for centuries to come. This man would need a presidential pardon for what I want him to do to me.