The Beast with Two Backs

by Delia Watterson

 

Innocence strips to a thong,
Gold reveals itself to be plastic,
This game we all play.
Tinkle of ice in glass,
play and seduction.
Rubber gloves handle the ooze,
Perspiration beading on bouncing bosoms,
The beast growls and snarls.
Nails clawing down its back.
This game of lust and fuck.

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