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
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.
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