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.
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