Poem by request
I would let you abuse me
in such lovely ways,
If you just said the word.
A commanding hand
over my quivering throat
A Kevlar thigh bracing the
tremors of your next stroke
A mouth filled with purple
flesh, bitten and vain
The ripe ache of your hand
eliciting shrouded pain
If you just said the word,
I would let you abuse me
in such lovely ways.
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