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 POETRY


her submissive streak by Daphne Gottlieb      




She's
kinky,

and she's
given up dating.

She's fallen in love and
given up

dating and
her whips

as youthful
foolishness.

Her chaps are gathering dust in the closet
and her corset sits like an empty saddle.

No more dress up.
No make-believe.

All the black leather
she needs

is the E-Z boy recliner
where her love is parked

with one of his hands wrapped around a remote,
the other, a bottle of beer.

She's right. It's kinky,
the way he doesn't look away

from the TV,
as her head bobs

in his lap
like a fisherman's float

on a nature program,
hectic

with the pace
his breath sets.

His crotch swells
under her mouth's

prowess. He's such
a sweetheart

he waits
until the

commercials
to come.




©2000 Daphne Gottlieb and Nerve.com   

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