Mike Bell/ May 17, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

He quirted into carnality –
[vigour was his kick] – not
slaps but at full force – on
bared skin [punishments
came – before all others]-

a prolonged delay of [any
usual] foreplay offered by
others [a hard prelude] as
desire – a funicular fuck in
a rutting bed never comes

quick – dullards will pay in
pounds [a reddened flesh]
for his eyed-up swinges on
his torturous divan racks –
[& best not to argue a toss]

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