Get Fucked by Ivy

Do you understand swiveling chairs
Or lipstick stained cigarettes? 
Do you look in a mirror and can’t look away?
Does eating mangos include licking your wrists? 
Then cross your legs
Tilt your head
And get fucked. 
See me? 
I’ve changed the words to fit my history. 
I’ve picked up bad habits and dropped clues. 
I’ve come full circle while driving in a straight line. And I got fucked. 
Does waiting in lines include touching those around You?
Do you lean into the ticket taker?
Do you wink at the traffic cop? 
Then smack your cheeks
Squint your eyes and get fucked. 
Now 
I know this strategy isn’t for everyone. 
I mean fuckability is fuckability. 
I mean we all don’t have it. 
But when you do you know it because 
Well
You get fucked. 
See me? 
I’ve put on perfume before my shower. 
I’ve trimmed it to the stump. 
I’ve combed hairs and split fleas
And I got fucked. 
Now 
I know fucking isn’t for everyone. 
Hell 
I know some people that have never cum. 
Hell 
I know some people that hate giving head. 
Hell 
I know some people who gag just brushing their teeth. So if you’re one of those people
Then getting fucked may not be so easy for you. 
So I’m here to give you a few simple tips. 
First try masturbating. 
Now this starts out as a solo sport
Then
When you have that down
Invite a team member
Either from your team or a competitor. 
Now that invite alone should get you fucked
See me? 
I’ve played on the grass on the greener side of the Fence. 
I’ve swung so hard I ended up in another state. 
I’ve taken myself out of the game 
Landing in the wrong bed. 
And I got fucked. 
It didn’t feel like when I touch myself. 
It didn’t feel like being touched. 
It didn’t feel like curling toes or muffled screams or Sweaty breasts or sticky bellies or messy hair. 
It felt like smacked cheeks and squinted eyes and 
Wet pillows and broken mirrors and thrown glass and Slammed doors and lost forever 
And I got fucked.