legs spread shoulder length apart,clothed by the swampy mist of a morning sun,
your body, in all its obvious glories,
bends over the edge of a porcelain patio table,
grasping at each of the sides as if to hold on
while spreading your legs even wider...
and then you wait...
for his command...
the words you long to hear...
the words that make you weak and wet...
just before his hand comes down.
22Nov14
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