Hard Menagerie

My organs make the song

Each visceral tune

As I pole-grind, lifting my hips up and down

Spinning, spinning, spinning

Love is your thick come-hither prong

And sex…we both eat with the same spoon

Ours is a Carousel that won’t ever breakdown

Spinning, spinning, spinning

You on yours, me on mine…but it won’t be long

Until just once becomes always in a blue moon

But for now this colorful, hard menagerie is our playground

Spinning, spinning, spinning


via Daily Prompt: Carousel

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