For Tess, who tagged me while I was away. Naughty girl! Leaving me homework for when I return.
So consider this dedicated to you.
—
roses are red
but even red
fades
to pink
unless
you give it
a gentle slap
with the flat of your hand
or perhaps
something sharper
like
the bite of
a flogger
along the back
of your thighs
or perhaps
the sting of
a crop
kissing the small of your back
or maybe
even
the nice
solid weight
of a paddle
raising welts
on your ass
but
no.
you want
red roses
and those roses
would be all
black
and
blue
Thank you, D. That was amazing. Now I’m going to read it again and get all aroused.
Welcome back. You’ve been missed.
Yay! Your finally back! I’ve missed you.
Opps! Sorry, that anonymous post was me.
Welcome home.. glad you’re back and in rare form~ as usual. Very nice…very
What a long month it has been without your words. Its nice to hear ‘the sound of your mind’s voice’ again.
but
no.
you want
red roses
I did not know you were one of the Beat poets.
Quite impressive, especially when balanced on one foot.
I like it a lot. Welcome back.