Distressing Leather
they’ve been at it in the basement down below for
days now
screaming & whipping
moaning & suffocating
pushing the limits of what they call
human sexuo-fetisho-sado-masochistic
madness
cutting & slashing & whipping & slashing &
squirting & cumming & electrifying &
trying
trying
trying
to find a more visceral
a more pure
way out of this place---
a way to stretch open the porthole
a way to dig into the side of the black holes being
created by the hadron
a way to strip down the essential needs that
lurk in the back of all our heads
behind & between
what we pretend is some sort of
normalness.
the leather is tight
the toys are plenty
the orgasms are so vast
that the counting of them is a thing of the
past---
and all the troubles of the world just
drift away
walking the fine line
straight down the middle of
pleasure & pain
no politicians allowed
no morality police
no teachers or professors
no pedophiliac pederast priests
no downers
no negative nancys (up to no good)
there is a safe word &
it’s quite understood
what is needed is a simple agreement
where all parties agree
that what’s good for you is
good for
me.
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