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The Chastisement of Cupid (Free verse) by Thyme

What did you do boy To invoke so much wrath You lie twisted and naked Mouth open, eyes bound And who is the man Stands gripping your wrist Face swathed by shadows Head down, raised fist What of the woman Crouched by his knee Hand pressed to his chest Eyes pleading, lust spent She can't save you boy His hand will descend The knotted cord whipping Smooth buttock, white skin

cleverdevice 20-Jan-03/8:19 AM
Either that or Matthew Kelly.




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