stroking the bar Red Tie Polka Dot
drags his palm across the fine face
cream of a man far more marred
belligerent free-flowing turbulent
tongues through his pearly whites
down Pursed Lips Closed Lids’ throat
begging Forbidden Fantasy Wet Eyes
darting downwards to avoid cheating
in games pinned against the wall
tension drawn back taut in a sling
limbs raised in absolute surrender
barred from stroking Red Tie Polka Dot
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