employing very well heated tongs
to vent the fatted leech

earlier he had kissed her ass
before bleeding her

submitted to a violent fustigation
milked and repumped

discharged upon his sucker's buttocks
minute details that signal changes

many girls many married women
finally tired of this enterprise

a house devoted to nothing else
thus destroying the stability of smoke

for the thirty days of november
a man has himself whipped

*

little secrets naked and unveiled
she won't dare emit a peep

if she were still alive
she takes her turn mounting and flogging him

clutching me and demanding silence
preventing a prick from complaining

the initial charm gives way
seating himself between her parted legs

the eve of masculinity
having generously embuggered her

by means of a series of sequences
"god's fuck, i've an ass full of shit"

giving birth in a magical slumber
amply refreshed, sucked him for a moment or two

*

keep a bridle on one's tongue
damnation places the speaking subject outside of language

render shit more abundant and more delicate
you cannot attain self-expression save through wrong-doing

this business is not to be accomplished in haste
any orifice whose shape permits are made to be fucked

keeping the turd in his mouth
amid contingencies of history

meltdown between her splendid buttocks
god has been unbound

his tongue probing the densest eructation
rub the feces into wounds

indulging in ordinary riot
disguised indeces of an apparatus of body