By: Sally Forth

And again again, still, I counted, waited.
Worm hides, worm is scared, worm needs my tongue
And I grew more still, counting, waiting.
Waiting for something other than the silly curled worm
To be the centre of attention.

I learned the topography of the left nipple
Crevices, crevasses, cliffs and caves
And the secret spot just up under there
Where lightning hits water
Ahh he would say, you know me so well

And I snickered at the silly worm
And the silly man and the silly worm
And the silly me to be with the silly man
And I waited and counted
Until I had waited enough and declared
Silently, in guise of simpering compliant female
That Hide and Seek is a stupid game.

So, I grew my own cock.
Slipping shimmer from skin flap slit
Proud creator of this perfect shaft
Iridescent pink and purple blue heft
Mine to hold and wield and lift him up
And turn him over, split his legs
Press lips to ear, I’m gonna fuck you now, yes?
And I slam him with me, me, me
I fill him with cock and cum and me, me, me.