for SM
The two of us, here, playing thugs.
Let's get roughed up behind the bank.
We'll bruise ourselves with shame and lust.
You can leave your wedding ring on
and I'll play pussy. Drop these masks
like trousers. Now we are real men.
Afterwards, you'll tuck your shirt in
to your still damp crotch, wipe your hand
on the brick. I'll rub the bite mark
on my cheek and worry what I'll...
We never exchange names, just shrugs.
We melt to life, anonymous.
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