Fuck Me Harder Sonnet 2

Julian T. Brolaski
 
Fuck me harder, leave the haters behind
As you know I am a slut for leisure
Arrest me on the mountain top’s incline
For I’ve klepted when I ought to please your
Neglected epic skin, and pull your hair.
When the ladies call my pigtails prairie
Step in, honey, and set the gender fair
Put me in a suit and call me Mary,
Transcoping this girl’s grist or that girl’s scope.
Holy monogram, how you like to tease,
Tender cufflink, I’m hurting for the grope
That sets my alpha at its churlish ease.
So strap me to the bed and knife my garter
Until I’m screaming baby fuck me harder.

digdag88:

lawlxir:

mantra. a long one, but a good one. 

i think i’ve reblogged this before but IRA, and I also think about it like all the time

vat1cancame0s:

flutterskies:

everyone stop what you’re doing

there’s a platypus on your dash

Reblogging because I don’t think I have ever seen a platypus walk before and…just…squeak.

My family has a history of engineers & public service positions

Remembering my first death:

tiny, sneakered feet

that pitter-patter down the sidewalk

and up to wooden porches

to hear that Mr. Wheeler,

the old man down the street,

has had a heart attack.

***

Sitting at the top of the stairs

in the hallway, by a bookcase

pressing pages to my nose

for that ancient, musty smell.

***

The mineral maple leaf map

of my childhood might

just be enough if what you want

is to navigate my intersections.

black-tangled-heart:

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