Tales from the Leather Dungeon

We accidentally bumped    
This one grizzly bear        
Coming through the corridor        
Inadvertently reaching out        
To console the chap;        
Sissy bitch had a fit        
In general/overall-        
The saber light  
Cut in to diffuse    
The situation like  
"Come on through  
Hurry up;    
Against the side of my thigh-  
He was signaling move"  
Men weren’t usually so        
Anal-whatever        
Maybe his man        
Didn’t fuck him right        
The night before        
Since        
Fretum        
Wasn’t exactly        
A stranger to the        
Establishment,        
News to me        
Even though        
Women were sparse        
Infrequent        
A little more        
Visible        
Or prominent        
On the nights        
For the        
Hearing Impaired        
Knocking the        
Sailcloth        
Off of          
The        
Old leather guard;        
Who responded      
As if, we were        
Something        
Autoimmune        
But not before  
Groveling       
Hunkering        
Down        
To where        
The night        
Would take me;        
Only to see        
Ole boot shine        
First.        
/Some of them were like that though;        
We went to an IML meet and greet once        
But that’s yet another story/        
(Girl; that was her dream job)        
“I can’t believe they let you in here        
Smelling like that”        
Not actually suppose          
To wear fragrances        
But moody did        
Occasionally.