Advisory: This one is sexually explicit (and possibly disturbing). Please don’t read it if you’re squeamish about that sort of thing.

I was ordinary, but
my husband has made me hot:
had every hair lasered off
so that my body’s as smooth
as any statue in a museum;
pierced the parts I wanted,
nipples, ears, a triple guiche,
and the ones I didn’t–
I resisted the pig ring in my nose,
but now I’ve learned to love it;
had me tattooed with a
two-headed snake that
slithers all around me,
its tongues licking
my right tit and my asshole;
had my nails all brightly painted.
At home he keeps me naked, on display,
but plugged and caged
to keep me away from trouble.
He likes to take me out, though,
dressed in skimpy outfits that
always show some fresh,
a flash of midriff maybe,
one of my ringed nipples,
the bottom inch or two
of ass cheek. But, not,
never women’s clothes,
always men’s, even
if they been hacked up
with scissors; he says
he wouldn’t want anyone
to take me for a girl because
that’s socially acceptable;
he wants the world to know
I’m just a pussy boi dressing
down to please my man.
Disclaimer: The speaker is a fictional character. Please don’t assume that he is me (or any other real person) or that I share his point of view.
Copyright 2015
T. Allen Culpepper