CrippleL. Lamar Wilson
Tonight, this stranger invites my tenderness inside him. His nipples welcome my tether, but in this space between his bared back & my left arm outstretched as if mummified, teeth are not safe. Latex balloons to my breath as I struggle to remove my shirt. Baby, can you help? He turns, lips pursed, sees only the scars I forgot to explain. I’m sorry, dog, I can’t get fucked by a cripple. I pull on my shirt & leave, sullen & untouched as I came.
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