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Eskimo in Shadows

   
 

It's hard to write a poem

   
 
 

about her softly padding breasts;

   
 

harder still to think about

   
 
 

her fucking all my guests.

   
   
   
   
 

It's hard to be in bondage

   
 
 

with my penis ringed in brass;

   
 

so hard, with drops of semen standing

   
 
 

stark to touch her ass.

   
   
   
   
 

But standing hard's the way she learns—

   
 
 

I hear her moans from underneath;

   
 

until the nonce that she returns,

   
 
 

my nipples feel the clothespins' teeth.