‘You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde.’

You once told me that

when you had nothing to hide.

I remember how it felt

The first time you pulled my hair

Your horny expletives filling the air.

Words so raw and mean

turning my mind into plasticine.

My thoughts all a mush

As you caused me to gush,

A silver river of wantonness.

Beneath your cool exterior

And outward friendliness

There is a darkness inside you

A side I didn’t know you possessed.

I let the others fuck me

while you silently look on

your favourite scenario

was when I fucked the father

and then the horny son.

Yes, I am your Bonnie

and you are still my Clyde,

even though I am now aware

you have a lot to hide.