- Erotic Poetry
- Slaved in Saigon
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Slaved in Saigon
By WmCutterBlack
After the warm light rain,
Bamboo stalks drip slowly;
Tropic heat rising into perfect
Spheres of sweat on softening skin.
This is a place of torpid sensualism
And post-fuck desire swells in languorous
Dances from fingertip to thigh,
From lip to nipple.
Like malarial fevers, the want possesses
In raw bursts and then is gone;
To return chronically whether she is naked
Or draped.
She plants a kiss upon his cockhead
And, like a rice farmer, keeps him moist
To ensure growth and bounty.
Her leash binds them together:
The hot scent of jasmine and leather
Merge between them, ignoring the cruel,
Cool tug of chain, which heating in
Sweet sunlight re-tempers as love.
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