creative writing, erotic writing, masculinity, men, poetry, women

Sir.

A playful tolerance.

Deliberately built

Tested to a

kind of destruction,

In an excited whisper,

you tell me how

bad you are

The riot I would make of your body.

The kind of slap

That stings when

It’s done right

And as you scream your joy

You still call me

Sir

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