This poem is called hurting

      
It didn't take long after the uncorking      
of boundless Art'esian aquifer      
to fork off in a new streaming      
     
---Literature's flood into Cyber Space      
warped into a Dating App      
within a fortnite---      
     
an Adult Playground      
where "anything goes"      
sexual fantasies are shared      
under guises of "creative license"      
and "Freedom of Speech"      
     
which didn't occur when    
our backs were turned      
     
Instead, it happened      
when we turned our backs on      
Poetry    
     
the glorious Heaven of languaged      
grace we fell from      
     
before landing into a steaming      
pile of com'posted    
shit      
     
 

Anticipation dripped out of His lower extremity
just center of her left and of her right.
Kneeling, she had been poised to field every drop.
She did not cede permission and refused to
remove the tightened tether from His pipe.

Used to her cruelty, He would not make a sound
or even tap out using the safe word agreed upon.
No, this submissive would endure and rebound;
He would take His soul to a place and fall on
the zen meditation He prepared His mind for
prior to her sadistic dominating arrival.

As she prepares to groove His back
with the stainless steel claw He knows;
His thoughts slowly seep through cracks
of His reasons why He loves Her so…..

Unconditionally and in complete submission,
He bends and bows to her every command.
There is no description or omission to the
depth of her fierce love and commitment
and He knows this and Trusts her with His life.
He is owned by her and there is no Heaven
anywhere on earth or space
where He’d rather be!

After she is sated with her lust of
her force and punishing blows
there will come a time of intimate love
and praises for Him for staying strong
and obedient. He knows
and this is the passion they both chose
for one another in their D/s affair.

  
Some have a skewed view of reality,
Because although she was only flirtin’  
In his mind -  
She looked like she was hurtin’ for a squirtin’.  
   
Everything was discordant,  
All night his gaze she kept avertin’,  
And yet in his flawed mind  
He saw it as a sign of assertin’.  
   
But he was determined,  
He flirted back and kept on lurkin’,  
Bought her and her friends drinks  
Until they were all smirkin’.  
   
Then they were all burstin’  
Laughing out loud till they were twerkin’,  
He got them all so drunk  
His action plan was workin’.  
   
But then the jerk and -  
His friend were then being certain,  
He was gettin’ lucky when he said:  
“I’ma get into her beefy curtains”.  
   
And so the serpent  
Got his way but what’s more important,  
Was when she said no more  
Then it became a torment.  
   
Now he’s servin’  
Seven to ten for being a participant,  
The guys pull a train on him  
Using mayonnaise as a lubricant.

How sick the ego's ivory tower
self confidence of the director
employs the casting couch boudoir
the leach, sex metal detector

For those smooth words
trust her in a lying arm lock
the lead is yours with sweet allures
if you just caress my cock

The contract lying there unsigned
 cups that fell to show her breasts
her bra unfastened from behind
for nude scene's I only want the best

Long legs on hoardings to attract
and shapely arse just not to fat
for I must vet them all
so just recline and rub my balls

Your labia must be pronounced
hold the undertones of a virgins gasp
when the Oscars are announced
I must split your fanny with my mast

Ride you like a western stallion
the make believe of a Disney classic
authenticate the on screen passion
the banal is never too fantastic

Hammer the peg into the socket
for hate will sprout and so will profit
starlets on bumpy ride to fame
 director be the first to stake a claim

In the griped unconscious pain
each episode flickers frame  by frame
a rom com turned into a genre horror
its wound not healing, its choking collar

Locked in chains, red carpets lead
 crying and the hurting, all precede
some shooting stars will fall to earth
 suicide an escape to find rebirth

And in that script the writer mapped
 A Shakespear's weave of violence and sex
and tread the Old Vic boards perhaps
a cruel charade a life with no prospects