Ode to Meatgrinder

The only meat I wanted to grind
Was my lovers 6” inch sub with meatballs
But now you are deforming my words
So that my heated sighs
Dropped into space
Like cum sliding between oiled thighs

Tips of my fingers perspire
Style, format
I’m a bitch on all fours
Harness in mouth
Tongue salivating over slick bit
You ride me mercilessly
Reminding with crop

Page breaks my ribs
And I gasp for air
Thank god I save in word
Crying “blue, blue, and black too!”
All the hues of my spine-less E-book

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