Saturday, September 24, 2011

Salted Cinquains

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended, do not read this post. Not that anyone is reading, but it would be my luck that someone would read it and go ballistic. If you do read it and are offended, tell your friends but not me. I don't care.

1.
Torn flesh,
lacerated,
whipped in loving patttern
by a consummate, skilled sadist.
Release.

2.
Beneath
me you gasp once,
shudder, sigh, turn away,
but I'm filled with the best portion
of you.

3.
Loving
implies gentle
caresses unless the
pleasure center is upside down
then pain.

4.
One long
smooth leg in the
air. Two boddies thrusting
forward then back until the door is
opened.

5.
Maybe
if I'm alone
there's a good reason.
Maybe I need time to sate
myself.



dawn 9/24/11

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