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The Village Path
The bleak path to the village gives one pause
For thought, although the winds blow from the north
And give the coldest greating: you'd have cause
To leave your kitchen and to sally forth,
In hopes he'll have you kneeling there, in pools
Of glacial water; others might neglect,
But they are useless wastrels and such fools
They'll never please a master who's erect
And lacking a warm mouth to make a home
Or a hot throat to piss down; it's a role
Reserved for sluts who cherish how he'll own
Their words, their hopes, their days and love the pole
That he enchants them with (as does his laugh)
When they are face fucked on that village path.
For thought, although the winds blow from the north
And give the coldest greating: you'd have cause
To leave your kitchen and to sally forth,
In hopes he'll have you kneeling there, in pools
Of glacial water; others might neglect,
But they are useless wastrels and such fools
They'll never please a master who's erect
And lacking a warm mouth to make a home
Or a hot throat to piss down; it's a role
Reserved for sluts who cherish how he'll own
Their words, their hopes, their days and love the pole
That he enchants them with (as does his laugh)
When they are face fucked on that village path.
Published 5th Mar 2016
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Anonymous
5th Mar 2016 11:35am
I love the intellect in this piece, predatory to make a point and visually evocative..
erotica blended so well with observational Psych/Sociology is refreshing.
well inked.
erotica blended so well with observational Psych/Sociology is refreshing.
well inked.
6th Mar 2016 1:57pm
The subject of this poem rather likes being prey or so she tells me - so all is well under the sun.- thank you for taking the time for such thoughtful commentary. S.O.
