Let Me Trade
So, Saint Paul, you faced a thorn in your flesh?
I can hardly hide my envy tonight.
Softer and smoother than hay in the creche -
My cross does her best when I dim the light.
No threat of pain, unless it might service
promise of pleasures that she seeks to give.
Aroused ev'n more because I am nervous,
she loves most the sin she'll never forgive.
Keenly attuned to fantasy's wishes,
she pushes me down, proves herself master.
Then she reclines with grin so malicious,
as well-taught student courts his disaster.
Paul, I'll take black thorn instead of white thighs.
Let me trade. Let me trade! Let me trade!!! Lies ...
5 May 2023
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2023
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