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Trust
You trust in my good manners while I laugh;
These will not be impaired, although you touch
The limits of good taste and, on behalf
Of refinement and probity, you'll clutch
At straws as you find hospitality
Is always in the offer that I make;
And if I draw you down across my knee,
It’s only due to my wanting to take
You in a fashion that will discompose
Your certainties with gestures that may knock
A girl, in ways that mean she can’t dispose
Her limbs, without the courtesies that shock
The civilised veneer, I feel I could
Just wipe away by fucking you - that’s good.
These will not be impaired, although you touch
The limits of good taste and, on behalf
Of refinement and probity, you'll clutch
At straws as you find hospitality
Is always in the offer that I make;
And if I draw you down across my knee,
It’s only due to my wanting to take
You in a fashion that will discompose
Your certainties with gestures that may knock
A girl, in ways that mean she can’t dispose
Her limbs, without the courtesies that shock
The civilised veneer, I feel I could
Just wipe away by fucking you - that’s good.
Published 7th Apr 2016
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