Haven't slept in weeks
Memories of walrus rape
Define my nightmares
Feminism's right
Tusk rape isn't about sex
I came anyway
Stampeding blubber
Foot long teeth rammed in my ass
Rectal blood gushes
Masochistic thrill
Bob Flanagan envies me
No tusk rape for him
Walrus spit-roast hell
Mouth full of fishy jism
Arsehole pouring blood
Toothy walrus grin
Forced up deep inside of me
Now I know true love
I've never been one for poetry, but this was brilliant!
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