By Ezrah C Lainday
Copyright ©2024
I shred my tongue
on your defenses—
my lips unlatch
your deployed coils
of concertina wire.
I've pulled back
my spine's white bolt
and loaded one
more flare into my skull.
The hairpin clicks,
strikes its match
on the hissing star,
and like a bare bulb
swinging for hours
in that interminable night,
the signal burns
and is followed by
three long bursts
as I tongue your clit.
About Ezrah C Lainday:
Ezrah C Lainday is a writer from Louisville, KY. He likes to write erotic poetry about and for his wife.
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