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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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