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DARK!
The Aversion You Live
Fields of delight
Smell the lie divine
Right this way
Do not decline
Taste the deceit
Your version that might
be more sweet
than the aversion you live
Standing outside the fire
Standing there you lust
Virility smolders into
a tepid perversion of
an orange sky
Your ashes into it
Smell the lie divine
Right this way
Do not decline
Taste the deceit
Your version that might
be more sweet
than the aversion you live
Standing outside the fire
Standing there you lust
Virility smolders into
a tepid perversion of
an orange sky
Your ashes into it
Written by BaldyBrown
(Sordid and Sacred)
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From the Wrong Side of the Street
a BDSM story, in verse
Her daddy was wealthy, a powerful judge
Her boyfriend, a rowdy athlete
Against whom her dad soon developed a grudge—
He was from the wrong side of the street!
The judge warned the lad to stay clear of his daughter
And the boy dared to laugh in his face!
Then he boasted his dicking had already brought her
A craving no dad could displace!
That very same night, the lad failed to appear
For their next clandestine rendezvous
She tried calling her father, but he wasn’t there
The poor girl started coming unglued!
Cops found the young man tightly strapped to a bench
On the sidewalk along Courthouse Square
He was naked, and someone had whipped the poor wretch
And his pubis was shorn of its hair
He was gagged with his jockey strap, having been stripped
With no sign of the rest of his clothes
Someone drenched him in urine and smeared him with shit
And left him disgraced and exposed
Most horrific of all, he had been mutilated
His wounds heinous, and most indiscrete
The poor lad had been bull-whipped and fully castrated
With his Genitals tacked to a tree!
Fresh sutures appeared there between the bound legs
Of the eunuch, once so well-endowed
Which prevented him bleeding out, under that tree
Where his Manhood hung, ample and proud
Upon learning his fate, his girlfriend was distraught
When her father had brought her to see
The lesson anonymous privilege had taught
And left hanging there, tacked to that tree!
Her daddy was wealthy, a powerful judge
Her boyfriend, a rowdy athlete
Against whom her dad soon developed a grudge—
He was from the wrong side of the street!
The judge warned the lad to stay clear of his daughter
And the boy dared to laugh in his face!
Then he boasted his dicking had already brought her
A craving no dad could displace!
That very same night, the lad failed to appear
For their next clandestine rendezvous
She tried calling her father, but he wasn’t there
The poor girl started coming unglued!
Cops found the young man tightly strapped to a bench
On the sidewalk along Courthouse Square
He was naked, and someone had whipped the poor wretch
And his pubis was shorn of its hair
He was gagged with his jockey strap, having been stripped
With no sign of the rest of his clothes
Someone drenched him in urine and smeared him with shit
And left him disgraced and exposed
Most horrific of all, he had been mutilated
His wounds heinous, and most indiscrete
The poor lad had been bull-whipped and fully castrated
With his Genitals tacked to a tree!
Fresh sutures appeared there between the bound legs
Of the eunuch, once so well-endowed
Which prevented him bleeding out, under that tree
Where his Manhood hung, ample and proud
Upon learning his fate, his girlfriend was distraught
When her father had brought her to see
The lesson anonymous privilege had taught
And left hanging there, tacked to that tree!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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