#2,481 Slap

Mike Bell/ July 27, 2022/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

When whip-cracks are hot
for pleasure – when a split
of pain sits wide apart – in
that moment embosom a
sweet discomfort – as part
of your meditation – grasp
that thrilling spasm – bent
to slapped delectations &
commands you will suffer
a fat fool [& oily slick ways
into sex] – no explanation –
no understanding of such
demands – nothing to see
here – no obvious spasms
of lust [sex – a firm hand &
read as fingering bruises]

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