Boy Meats Girl
by Branch Isole
Hurt me
Restrain me
Stomp me
with your stiletto heels
Damn, you’re sexy
in leather and lace
Besmirched pearl necklace
upon your face
Ambivalence never once
entered their bed,
nor couch
nor kitchen floor
Even with his stake
in her mouth
Her back against
the Frigidaire door
Breaking free
from nylon stockings that bind
Hostage now predator
as tables are turned
Revenge and mayhem
on her mind
The dominance role played
fitting to a “T”
it was one hellacious
exciting trip
Reflectively watching
both acting free
as they got off, on
the whip, grip
Peeping through the keyhole
mesmerized by your touch,
of self
With a coy sly smile
eyeing secret toys
upon the shelf
Imagining mind’s fantasies
playing, played out
in the next sex games
of bottom and top
Knowing once the friction starts
it’s haltingly hard
for a feigned cuckold assault to stop
Barking out commands
riding deep
from behind,
Screams declare
one’s coming soon
As a howl is loosed
at an exposed pale moon
The force of lustful love
exhausting
Screwed and bent
two totally spent
Salivating
Dreaming
Scheming
Tongue licking
Major and minor lip kissing
Hungered arousal
re-building
Sex starved lovers
crescendo re-rising
by Branch Isole
Hurt me
Restrain me
Stomp me
with your stiletto heels
Damn, you’re sexy
in leather and lace
Besmirched pearl necklace
upon your face
Ambivalence never once
entered their bed,
nor couch
nor kitchen floor
Even with his stake
in her mouth
Her back against
the Frigidaire door
Breaking free
from nylon stockings that bind
Hostage now predator
as tables are turned
Revenge and mayhem
on her mind
The dominance role played
fitting to a “T”
it was one hellacious
exciting trip
Reflectively watching
both acting free
as they got off, on
the whip, grip
Peeping through the keyhole
mesmerized by your touch,
of self
With a coy sly smile
eyeing secret toys
upon the shelf
Imagining mind’s fantasies
playing, played out
in the next sex games
of bottom and top
Knowing once the friction starts
it’s haltingly hard
for a feigned cuckold assault to stop
Barking out commands
riding deep
from behind,
Screams declare
one’s coming soon
As a howl is loosed
at an exposed pale moon
The force of lustful love
exhausting
Screwed and bent
two totally spent
Salivating
Dreaming
Scheming
Tongue licking
Major and minor lip kissing
Hungered arousal
re-building
Sex starved lovers
crescendo re-rising
About Branch Isole
Author of Seeds of Mana'o, Barking Geckos and God…Branch Isole writes of
issues and emotions surrounding personal responsibility choice and avoidance. His
style and presentation, known as ‘voyeurism poetry’ engages the reader in common
life themes often experienced, but not always voiced.
Author of Seeds of Mana'o, Barking Geckos and God…Branch Isole writes of
issues and emotions surrounding personal responsibility choice and avoidance. His
style and presentation, known as ‘voyeurism poetry’ engages the reader in common
life themes often experienced, but not always voiced.
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