Meercats

Marinated in vodka and liesThey come with theirBabySexySweetheartGorgeousWYD shortspeakAs though at the merest whisperI should fold to my kneesTo deliver what they desire.My complianceMy agreeabilityMy subservienceNone of which I possess.I find those roles don’t fitThough there have been timesI’ve tried them on.Outgrown more thanMy wedding dressAnd last years running shoesI realize my response requiresHesitationBefore I... Continue Reading →

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