Playing

I remember the night

his lips kissed up my legs

me,straining to loosen the rope

him, silent as a Pope.

Nothing intelligible said

just two bodies in a rumpled bed

listening to the headboard

echo off walls

me,feeling his balls

another night.

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Author: Rose

Poetry by Rose

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