I am the daughter of Eros
I wear the Scarlet Letter
like a badge of honor
showing the sins of my carnal effigy
That which binds me
Shall also set me free
That which pulls us together
Is the same force that rips us apart
But what is here is not now
Will one day be yesterday
Forever driven by the fate of one
Bad decision…
I broke his heart today,
A cut so deep I don’t want to say
Admit my mistakes of being a slut
Of wanting to be filled with every man’s seed
What is a fluid bond
If fluid is still shared?
I don’t know what’s real
And what’s lost
A thing gained …
Is only a thing being taken away
I’m not yours
Nor are you mine.
Even though we want to hold each other
Until the end of time
Just witness me
For what I really am
As the daughter of Eros
That which binds me
Shall be the force that sets me free.
Couldn’t I be the daughter of Virtue?
Be a good girl,
Do as I am told,
Always ready to please,
Not being such a cock tease,
Knowing and standing for truth
Wearing innocent scents such as vanilla and vermouth?
Why couldn’t I be the daughter of Virtue?
Desired by a Heavenly Father
And not the figure I bend over for
And repent my sexual sins to,
Yes Daddy, please punish me
I have sucked cock and came all over the sheets
I shall be slapped and punished for
My lack of virtue,
Repenting the sins bent over your pulpit,
I will read the bible for every time I forget
That your cock is King.
Why can’t I be the daughter of Purity?
Wearing all white, joining my husband, still a virgin.
Daddy hold my hand,
my Hymen intact, down the aisle.
“I, the Virgin-whore of Love, declare a vow to glorify God in my body and spirit which are God’s because I have been borrowed through the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ.
I, the daughter of Purity, I honor the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
I vow to walk in chastity, in devotion to my virgin ways… And wait to share my secret moist places with only that of my husband…”
As I take the first steps down the aisle,
blood spills, rains, drops down the white of my dress,
flooding the deception of all patriarchs;
the body of a woman they claim as theirs, when I know it is borrowed from my mother; the whore that bred me, the one walking on street corners to feed me;
I, no daughter of Chastity, made of blood, sweat and sex, born of desire;
The whore made of woman,
while man, always the Savior,
the crusader, the crucifier, the redeemer,
There is no place for a whore in heaven
So I choose to walk the streets of earthly slums,
a safe haven for dirty girls,
Not hell but no good place for me
For I am a daughter of Eros
Desirable by all, but only for a fleeting passing of time
The knives of desire cut into my scarring flesh,
Maybe I’ll become puritanical one day
or imagine a world where sluttery is revered as a holy virtue —
I am sex’s Slave and I bow down to her and suck her cock.
I bend over and she bitch slaps me into submission.
I take it because I am
Her bitch, her holy servant
Her sacred whore; I want her come on my face,
dripping down my throat, down my insides
Sex is my slave and I have my way with her.
I am no daughter of virtue, but of Her deepest desires.
I, the slut perverted, make you choke on my spit and take you
as you deserve to be taken;
I can only take what is rightfully mine.
I know not of purity, only of being a servant to arousal.
How may I serve thee? For I am the daughter of Eros,
The Scarlet Letter branded on my heart
I wear my pussy on my sleeve,
So easily seduced into the realm of lust-full sins,
For I would rather walk the streets where I belong
Then serve another’s false ideology.
