Posted by Zed Bones on September 04, 2003 at 08:55:37:
Buggery of a Highway Woman
By Zed Bones, copyright 2003
Ay, Dick? Wherefore should I swing for thee?
As workmen knock up thy gallows, I lie abed, belly-down, pressed under the hangman’s weight.
Hadn’t I promised to do for the cur, run a dagger through his black heart?
Die, Love?
His long, expert fingers fondle my rose. I writhe and pant. Hoary lips and gin-sweet tongue brush my nape. I almost faint. His member churns in my arse like a butter paddle. My hips melt, my heart gives out…
Surrender to the Law? Or swing in "La Petit Mort"?
Ay Dick, to die by these hands is to live encore!
Buggery of a Highway Woman
By Zed Bones, copyright 2003