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56.  Say You Will

 
I have no right to ask.
You'll maul me like the creature of my dream.
You'll come in my hair on my wedding day
Deflowering the baby's breath
In my tight French twist.
You'll spill wine on my eggshell white gown.
You'll crush my calla lily bouquet
Under your anaconda boots.
You'll jam both my nipples into your mouth
Just as he says, "I do."
You'll take my panties down and spank me
With your monogrammed turquoise belt.
Of course,
You'll tongue my perineum
In the reception line.
You'll eat smoked salmon
Out of your black cowboy hat
And fall ass backwards
Into my seven layer cake.
After I have apologized for your behavior,
You'll break into our honeymoon suite
And just when I
Am coming on my new husband's face
You'll force me to ass fuck him
With a purple strap-on cock
At gunpoint.
See how you always ruin everything? 

poetry & photos © 2006 Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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