The Beast When I awake the world changes I throb and pulse, angry and demanding Wet, slick, and stinky Uncontrollable, needy, ruthless My yearning possesses my mistress I command her attention She slaps me and stabs me Hoping, beyond hope, to slay the beast I am ever more difficult My reek of want unmistakable I fight the bitch, as she fights me Neither win, tired from the struggle A taste of satisfaction, but Inflamed, insistent desire My need increases day-by-day I crave redress from a worthy opponent The first adversary is rough and inexperienced Her efforts without skill or finesse The battle is dull and unsatisfying I scream for fulfillment Now more than ever Needing to prove my worth My next opponent is a masterful tactician Her use of subterfuge catches me unaware Too late, I realize the match is engaged She pounds me and subdues me A slayer intent on taming me This delicate warrior splays me open “Fuck my cunt” My mistress cheers her champion I lay dying in a pool of warm satisfaction My soldier soul prays we meet again Demanding this tender contest and sweet death When I awake once more