within his head he has regrets, the inner peace is gone
thoughts are spread, he is set the pleasure can't be wrong
thoughts have fled, he reflects, a pleasure within a thong
ladies in red, he objects, for hard core is what he longs
his mind is fighting for, some type of respect
yet,he smiles with what's in store, when ladies strap it on.
now he's down on all fours collar nicely connects
yes indeed he begs for more, but concious screams its wrong!
thoughts went wilder then before, this time he doesn't object
"come on now I am your whore, in that cage is where I belong!"

A wild ride, indeed... and done with such power and detail... but I won't ask
... I'll just admire this and say Well Done! A great flow and rhyme and a brilliant take...


Yikes, Hun!Love you anyway Babe




it!
I love ya lots!
-Timothy aka poeticweaver~ xo 

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