Friday, November 08, 2013

Hairless Pussy.


   Hairless Pussy.



It began on a Friday.
Love, that old devil
Caught me, off guard
'Neath the Shard,
Falling hard,
Like a fumbling
Re..........
She shaves the soul,
Drew me in,
Softly, darkly, scented,
Demented, consented, passion
Vented, the whole
Place, replace, re-traced,
Displaced and full.
Mounting her reward,
To be adored, floored,
Pawed, crimson sword,
Rock hard gored,
The shinning phallic windowed
Office of glory.

Is where this story,
Came all over,
The pretence of needing,
Cravings for it.
Left alone or bleeding,
Smooth and hairless,
As if to
Careless,
No time to undress,
We thrust for
Power, almost an endless
Hour, upon the
Carpet, with bruises and pain.
Something innocent was
Lost in that time,
When she forced upon me,
Her hot young
Manicured and heaving,
Sense of bequeathing,
No rhyme or reason,
In milder season,
Which came to us there,
Again and again and again.....!



It may not be what you think, it could be less or it could be more.