A few months ago I was ghostwriting for a friend who started a twitter account. She's a camgirl, & she wanted to advertise on this site, but she quit because twitter is toxic. ANYHOW, I saved some of the smutty poetry I wrote for it.

We got like +3200 followers in 3 months?
This conclusively proves that if I had beautiful breasts and was an egirl, I'd be a popular writer.

Just needed to point this out.

Here's a thread of some of that stuff that I may post on every now and then.
squish the grapes between my toes
all the village ladies knows
the vintage of our little village's swell
the bottles of our chardonnay
shiraz malbec & cabernet
are widely all renowned just for their smell
women wink
my toes stink
but squishing grapes
it makes them apes
so i'm sitting there in church right & jesus always looks so danged ripped, got them abs, almost naked, eyes upturned in that agony ecstasy combo theologians seem to rub their peckers over & i'm just getting so danged horny imagining nailing him down making him feel that way
i slip on goggles
to see her face
when she leans in for a kiss
something touches my lips
i shout
tear off goggles
& there she is
naked as a babe
pressed into me
hot breath woman scent & pout
wondering why i reacted that way
i'm not sure
she leans in for a kiss
i wake up
crying
suck in stomach
stick out chest
heave your bouncing
bounded breasts
stand up tall
look down on others
eat your meat
don't strike your lovers
sit on my lap
smile look happy
touch yourself
& make it sappy
change my nappy
look at me
i'm important
kiss my feet
I like the foods where you have to snap bones with your fingers
tear off a chicken wing & suck the meat off, stick a knife between ribs & gnaw until bare bones are left
I like to know what I'm eating was alive, vital that & I've taken that life to extend my own
that I'm a goddess
clearly some of this isn't poetry

and I'm curating what was posted, some of it is a bit cringe & more mediocre

But she stated she'd post whatever I wrote. i thought i was getting worse as I continued on, but my standards got higher

funny how that happens
I lounge in velvet
I wear this robe, open slightly so that gaping idiot can see my thighs a little, nipples just behind the fabric
I smoke decadently, luxurious, ashing on the carpet
I source everything unsustainably
It adds to the luxury
I'm exhausting the world of her pleasures
hahaa & sometimes when i fart a little shit comes out but i don't tell no one i just slide it out my pantleg & wait eventually a kid'll scream or I'll hear a tut tut about people not picking up after their pets but it's a little taste of pandemonium i've spread & it's satisfying
a reminder: she posted _all of this_ directly to her account. a nude with each post. it _WORKED_. Posts about shit and toes and just maniac shit like even this next post about fucking a bull

sometimes str8 hornyposts with a weird twinge, sometimes just pulpy nonsense
When I stick my fingers in I'm not imagining you. I'm imagining a bull, a real bull, uncastrated, thrusting madly with a primal urge. I need it to impregnate me. I need to feel that urgency.

I withdraw my fingers & taste the honey. It's not yours. It's his. This is my offering.
That prior post....

Who would post their face with that?

My friend would. She's a braver human than I.

I have an earnest respect for what camgirls do, along with many artists willing to show their faces with their work. Takes bravery.
wist in her smile refuses teeth their entrance to my sight & i try to get her to pull up her curtained lips into a little comedy but she's thinking of another man & another time. it's past 10:30 already & i wonder if everyone i meet'll rather live with their memories than with me
bible's always open on my desk
i like flipping through it with friends but
they always take it so seriously
like every story is the word of god

i always liked
the violent scenes for themselves
flip to sodom
the drowning of the egyptians
revelations
almost good as Marvel
i'm hung
from a branch
of the tallest oak for miles
swaying in the breeze
i'm hung
sometimes i just sit on the hood of my car & feel the hummmmm like the engine is singing the sound of the universe ommmmmm & i sit on her hood cross my legs close my eyes & lose myself in this thrummmm that carries me away from my body until i burn my ass on the hood of the car
i get addicted to feeling different some times, just use nose spray to have a dry nose antihistamines to doze out

once i drank a whole bottle of blue curacao, the sugary garbage, & the hangover was awful but the real oddity was my shit was a pebble of brilliant blue

^tru story
my daddy always taught
me to be self-reliant &
for me that means
being able to eat off the
land

wherever i am

he learned me
to catch small critters &
make the best stews
from the funniest animals

the commonest animal
human kiddos
they're the easiest to hunt
with all that trust
i think it's because i never knew how to demonstrate love without sex
i never got taught that
from the beginning the mouth kisses & the little rubs
that's what affection felt like
& when i wanted to demonstrate friendship
or affection
skin seemed the only appropriate way to do so
octopus tentacles pulsing up my trunk
into every creviced orifice to pump
sucking touching wrapping me quivering my rump
snaking right inside my muffled moaning hump
working up my pipes
filling out my holes
talking through my mouth
eating out my soul
i got that fried rice pussy
that eat it twice pussy
that too much gotta take it slow & smoke pussy
that zen master pussy
that jealous pastor pussy
that leave the pulpit screaming cuz you'll go to hell pussy
that pussy keep you thinkin
that pussy keep you drinkin
i got that pussy
brilliant burn ablaze inside
a glaze under soft lights
staring middle of a void
devoid of knowing sight
i lick my lips to taste them
smell my fingers to know
i lived today though i won't remember
i'll wake with nothing to show
funny when i look into your eyes
i see your feelings pressed at me
i react with slight surprise
i wince at wretched subtleties
a twitching eye a passing look
does he see how i am shook
does he know just what he does
to a girl

probably not
he's a man
a dumb & gorgeous man
a filthier mouth there was never
but the shitfucking cocksucker’s clever
a son of a bitch
cunt snatching witch
charmed pussy with verse each endeavor
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