A Date With My Lady Luck
She meets me
in a Coliseum
wearing an iron bra
and the chastity belt.
Blindfolded and veiled,
She carries a bullwhip
in one hand and
a spiked mace in the other;
"Do you feel lucky tonight?"
She asks me lovingly,
"Well, do you, dear?"
~Let's get technical (Show me your best)
contest by Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2014
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