Warning: the subject of this poem is an adult one.
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Bukkake
She kneels naked,
lily-stemmed and pale,
ready for the firing line.
Men come and come,
shoot into her face.
A veil of white
laces down over her nose,
lips, chin.
It sheets on her cheeks,
drips on to her breasts.
One by one
they discharge their weapons.
One by one
like champions
pissing on a fallen foe.
At first she hangs her head
then, like a shudder through
her spine,
a stiffening.
She raises her chin,
opens eyes wide,
sets her shoulders back;
kneeling she becomes goddess
receiving tribute,
the ancient prize,
seed of a defeated land.
The secret of the wheel
and balance
that one subtle motion
changes all;
see how one pale girl
humiliates a legion
merely by widening
the wings
of her shoulderblades.
grasshopper
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