“The Savage” by Jude Folly

the savage fucking you
longed for: your flesh turned out
from its inner repose,

your limbs torqued or splayed wide
open, servicing all
the imaginable

angles your lover has
invented; every thrust
the crown plows upon your

thrall to abject pleasure.
as momentum builds a
centripetal force in

the belly–transfixing
your body like a god
passing through you burning.

a poem by Jude Folly


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