he is a darkness and Sunday was electric tape and wires
tapping the underside of your foot,
hardening the submissive nipple.
handle me not gently because i want to break
apart into your mouth,
a fractal orgasm.
the thick of your thighs are made to force
pleasure down the straw,
liquid follows your tongue.
i am here for my own desires
don't pussyfoot,
place your finger on the ripple.
Friday, January 10, 2014
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