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Click hereHe slapped my face
lightly at first.
When I didn't flinch-
just looked at him-
harder
then harder still.
Grabbing my hair
snapping back my head
with one hard yank
he pushed himself roughly
into my mouth.
I could have bitten him
vulnerable as he was.
But I didn't.
The pillows so soft
conform to my head
as I lie there
Chianti-tipsy
legs encased
in fishnet tights
body smooth and ready
in the lavender scented
hotel suite
in broken still silence
waiting for you
to get off the phone
with your wife
and come fuck me.
Trot me out like a dog
and I'll perform.
I'll be whatever it is
you want me to be.
your bad girl your sad girl
it doesn't matter to me.
Dress me up
in black silk and lace
arrange me just so
on the bed.
Tell me that you see God
when I part my lips.
Whisper my name
And I'll answer.
Tango, the problem with this is I see way too much of it. If you don't believe me, go though new poems, read them. Now the last four lines are interesting, to get there way too long and only of interest to some of those that read the "stories".
I did not vote. If a fan club comes in and makes a big deal about what I said, I will. Just trying to be nice.