Children of boredom

Image: "Allegory of Venus and Cupid"/ Agnolo Bronzino

Jack, I'm bored,

of us,

of routine,

of no more lust.

What shall we do?

Because Jack, I'm bored

You sexed me up

to brim.

I've known you now,

ever since.

Same old penis,

same old positions

and the same old us.

I want a child,

although we decided otherwise.

But a little one

would fill a little void,

that was created

when you filled me up,

every day of our boring lives.

Fill me up again

this time for the real purpose

to break the non-mundane

And join the circus

Thirteen years later...

Have mercy, Vivienne!

I'm much out of cum.

I gave you ten,

yet you seek more.

So go ahead,

and ask your eldest son

for his virgin cum.

Because, bitch, I am done!