Satan's Vagina Monologues (2 poems)!

"Puma Party"- Strutting into the room, my pussy cums, with lust in her eye. The ambient light allows my eyes and hands to surf her curves. Coming to rest on the supple throbbing, lily, she hid beneath her lace. At the moment of impact, her eyes. Roll. Back. Arched. Eyebrows. Shudder. I taste honey... With no more than my essence, I control her, and make her mind submit a request, a remedy of release... no. Her bloom begins to close around my fingers, and she begs... hesitation, hesitation, hesitation. Approved... she shudders with a violent wail, crushing my digits. She pauses and pulls away, slowing, regaining her balance. Strutting out of the room my pussy goes, with lust streaming down her thighs. And we move onto the bad times.

"Satan's Vagina Monologue"-
Looking you in the eye is like looking into Satan’s vagina. You are the lonely girl of the unknown, you are the pre-menopausal, post-menstrual drip, drip, drip, dripping down the walls of these gin-soaked sin-smeared walls and hallways you’d chase me down with a knife, if you thought your baggage would fit, how sweet of you to feed me a smile of cow shit and beetles of sand spitting terror from your misery glands. Looking you in the eye is like looking into Satan’s vagina. Looking into the uterus and the womb of wounds, into the ponds of moments, you’ve chocked full and chocked empty of pleasure and pain, choked me to the floor and now I’m up with three nails in my coffin and the lamp and the door sadistic, logistic transcripts of your sour patch heart. Looking you in the eye is like looking into Satan’s vagina. And you are your spawn, and six zombie wives and a dead mother can’t be wrong, so I’m not wrongfully sawing meat from bones and flesh from face, I’m in no place to accept such a grim fate, and time has gone, not your body alone, the fireflies hide, the rotten corpses of the souls of mistress, the carpe'd diems and helm of the fallen whole.
The people we let into our lives and hearts have a way of making us fall into dark places, and bringing us back just as easily. Opening up is always a risk, but it's worth it.