Lost And Found In Lust

A story's a story. It can be passed on in many ways; such as painted, sung, dance, told orally, written and if all else fails, turned into a poem.

(Just to make it clear, all character depicted in this poem are ten years of age or older. This is pure erotic fantasy, nothing more, nothing less.)

Sweet lust that causes my penis to rise
And swell to become the boss of my soul.
How I love the fierce tingling thrills it brings,
Causing me to completely lose control
Since, for me, rape's an act of true worship.
Sex is my holy, one and only, God
And the feel of warm flesh engulfing cock
Is life’s greatest blessing for this poor sod.
Most fortunately for my religion,
The world is full of opportunity
For me to take and make sacrifices
Of the small and weak with impunity.
For this they were born: formed to be my prey;
To be hunted, pursued, cornered, brought down
So my phallus may penetrate their flesh
And with spurts of sperms, their innocence drown.
Though they may struggle and beg for mercy,
The God of lust demands I show them none.
He's given them to me for my pleasure.
Besides, humping unwilling sluts is fun:
A joy forever, recalls to treasure.
Once a girl starts to grow boobs, than she's ripe;
Ready for picking, for having, for fuck.
I'll take young boys too if they're plump and cute
And plunder their arses, or maybe suck
On their small hairless, virgin cocks and balls.
If liked, they'll maybe return the favour.
What joy to ejaculate in young mouths
And see them gag on my strong male flavour.
Of course, a woman's my ultimate prize.
They're all pure cunt to a rampaging cock.
Mature boobs billow divinely when mauled
Whilst their owners are used as breeding stock.
I see cunts as flowers to pollinate.
To impregnate is a dream I relish.
It gives my orgasms a touch more spice
That routine shags do greatly embellish.
The drunken bitch lurching home from a club,
The busy mum who's taken a wrong turn;
That pudgy lad found in a gent's toilet,
My love pump will give their insides a churn
As an act of praise to the God of sex.
To take a child and make her a mother
Is I'm sure, God's ultimate plan for me.
It's what cocks and cunts are for, none other.
Plus the process for me's pure ecstasy.
The subjugation of women to men
By force is part of Mother Nature's plan
To ensure more females enter this world
To be grabbed and forcefully fucked by man.
I know I'm tearing many lives apart
As my cock spears the cunt of one other,
But lives can rebuild, make a fresh start;
That's why today, l'll rape my mother.
She's cooking my breakfast as I type this,
Quite unaware of the monster she's bred
Who'll soon reach for her for a morning kiss,
Then grab her, strip her and take her to bed.
I know she'll put up a fight but I'll win.
I also know that she'll never scream,
She'll never betray her dear son's great sin;
Whatever I do, however extreme.
Many words she'll say, many pleadings made.
She'll probably sob as my cock fills her;
Mother and son will then become as one
As, despite herself, my fucking thrills her.
She'll lie in anguish, stare at the ceiling
Whilst I set her cunt awash with my cum
But should she conceive, oh man, the feeling
Of knowing a boy's best fuck is his mum.
Our child I'll know, patiently watch it grow
To be of an age that's useful to me.
Should it love sex like me would be choice luck,
A partner in my degeneracy.
Either way, with whatever fate I'm stuck,
It'll be one more body for me to fuck.