Kinky leather belt
Dead skin flakes on its rim
Hangs among the dress shirts
In hazy silence dim.
It missing ruddy flesh
Beneath its stinging bite
The pale and silken beauty
That gives to it no fight
It used to be content
To whistle through the air
And when the streaming streaks of wine
Slid down the skin so bare,
With inner glee the belt would crack
Then double back for more,
So sweet and sinful in its play
It's kiss a purple soar.
Those days long gone,
So to the fun,
The nights of parent meetings
Have only just begun,
Where the kinky leather belt must sit,
And listen as they drone,
On about the child dear,
Whose fault it was
The kinky belt’s now hanging all alone.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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