She Should Have Listened When You Self Identified As a Narcissist

You didn't love her
you loved her cunt
moist, inviting
flexible, forgiving
mailable and submissive
her cunt took a beating and whimpered for more
her cunt didn't question your sense of authority
her demands simple - slower, faster, harder, deeper, a little to the left
oohhh yeah
but no
you didn't love her
you loved her cunt. 

Mind and heart were bridges too far to warrant
interest, memory, genuine consideration or curiosity.

Uglies well matched, had their own conversation
your mind focused on a new conquest
a new willing supplier
as your ill intent, cloaked in charm
planned her inevitable dismissal.
without thought, guilt, or appreciation

Stuck on transient interludes
you manhandle, control and abandon
on a whim
a narcissistic succubus
avoiding the pain you fear to acknowledge
while carelessly doling it out
hurting yourself in a self perpetuating
purgatorial cycle of Bacchanalian proportions
while crying victim
to your next victim.