Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

NSFW

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A caress in the dark,

Marks the end of the lark,

When barroom teasings,

Lead to bedroom feastings,

A saliva-soaked cock,

Allows you to take stock,

That what is most useful in bed,

Is a well-coated head,

Penetrating places most tender,

To justify a bender,

Perhaps one of too many,

Marking a pattern uncanny,

Ending ever with you on your back,

A bar-hopper’s snack,

When your penchant to flirt,

Leads ever to a hiked-up skirt,

And a night of rough-pounding,

To a hangover resounding,

Perhaps one day you’ll stop,

Or at least finish on top,

Of the next John who dares,

To sample your wares.