but the anus loves

poetry

& is prolific.

~ Erica Jong

This horned god pierces until your lips numb

and your nipples perk. Call this old school

sex, with lots of smiting and wrothful cum

crusting on your neck. You sigh high, “it’s cool.”

Is it? My knees hurt on concrete. Bound not

gagged. You flip up your flouncy dress, straddle

my tongue and hold on. Pornographic plots

demand a touch of pain. Hints of hurtful

bish, bash, bosh. Rest now on my mouth. “Bite

‘dis,” you slur, all kumquat backwash. The O

of your ass spread wide. Songs of buggery

and the leash. Satyrs rutting in moonlight

while the dead gods sigh. Fucking quid pro quo.

“Rough, rough,” sang the nefarious puppy.

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Note.

Quid pro quo is defined as, “a favor granted or expected in return for something” … like mutual masturbation.