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No Man's Land













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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